Draw The Line - Pickin' On Series, Cornbread Red

Checkmate honey

Beat you at your own damn game

No dice honey

I’m livin' on the astral plane

Feet’s on the ground

Your head’s going down the drain

Heads I win, tails you lose

To the never mind

That’s where I Draw The Line

An indian summer

Carrie was all over the floor

She was a wet net winner

And rarely ever left the store

She’d sing and dance all night

And wrong all the right out of me

Pass me the vile and cross your fingers

It don’t take time

Nowhere to Draw The Line

Hi we were singin' on your cowboy song

You told Carrie

And promised her you wouldn’t be long

Heads I win, tails you lose

Lord it’s such a crime

No dice honey

You’re salt, you’re the queen of the brine

Checkmate honey

You’re the only one who’s got to choose

Where to Draw The Line

Checkmate, don’t be late

Take another blow

That’s right

It’s possible to wreck it

Cuz' you kill yourself

When you rock to the top

Your the boss of yourself

So suffer

Now Draw The Line

Ooo-Yeah