Written by: Dennis Hauck

I was up watching television late at night
I couldn’t have been more than six or five
I hadn’t seen many movies that were black and white
I saw the movie star on his motorbike
He could handle himself with his fists or a knife
And the blonde-haired honey with her clothes so tight
She felt his engine rumbling between her thighs
When he spoke to that girl he made her eyes shine bright

It made me feel something inside
The way he asked her to go for a ride

Her eyes were the color of an overcast sky
She knew every word to “American Pie”
I saw her play Anna in The King & I
She was born on the seventeenth day of July
I asked and received an affirmative reply
My old man helped me with my Windsor tie
We shared one slow dance and she wished me goodbye
She had an older boy waiting with a bottle of rye

She laughed when I asked for a ride
I didn’t make her feel nothing inside

An old man at the bar was nursing Indian rum
I seemed to remind him of someone
He had a golden watch and a retirement fund
And about my age he had a long-lost son
I told him I could relate, my daddy off and runned
I was always outmanned and always outgunned
I told him of all of the depths that I’d plumbed
He never suspected I was silver-tongued

The story made him feel something inside
So I took the sap for a ride

My wife and kids sent me out with a grocery list
They’re home waiting on butter and chocolate chips
I can still feel the spit on my face from their little pink lips
And I can still see their mother’s smile as she shimmies her hips
But the pretty thing at the checkout keeps a-callin’ me hun
And she’s lookin’ at me like I was still young
And she’s chattin’ to her friend about weekend fun
And I think about my car and how fast can it run

'Cause she’s making me feel something inside
I might ask her to go for a ride

© ℗ 2025 Dennis Hauck (BMI)

Written by: Dennis Hauck

I was sun-cracked, blood-tracked
Drenched in foreign sweat
Granted visions of my own demise
But they hadn’t happened yet

The blows inflicted made me prone
To delirium and fear
Until the girl from Cedar City
Drank the tears out of my beer

She was the color of the desert
She was the texture of the sands
She smelled like something burning
She made a living with her hands

We both hocked our Mustangs
And we went out on a bender
She got a lot more for her Ford
Than I got for my Fender

We awoke with nothing left
Nothing wanted, nothing missed
Something heavy on our tongues
Something early in our midst

She steered me up the river
With the current pushing back
She took the coins from off my eyes
And bet ‘em both on black

She led me to her people
Down a dark and purple path
Their language made no sense to me
But I understood their math

She bit me when I tried to take
What I could touch but never have
She sucked the venom from my heart
Then sold it as a salve

She’ll remain forever in my heart
A mystery, a riddle
We cashed in our chips
And split it all right down the middle

Then we blew it all on one last haul
Each buying an Explorer
Mine a pawnshop Gibson
And hers another Ford

She said “That’s a 1 for you and a 1 for me
That’s 2 for you and a 1, 2 for me”

Don’t take me shopping for no Jaguars...

She said “That’s 3 for you and a 1, 2, 3 for me
4 for you and a 1, 2, 3, 4 for me”

So on… So forth…

“5 for you, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 for me 6 for you, and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 for me”

© ℗ 2025 Dennis Hauck (BMI)