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In A Dairy Queen Parking Lot

Words and music copyright © Leon Chase 2007.

As performed on the album That’s My Shit! – Uncle Leon and the Alibis Live in Brooklyn

 

The gun on his hip hung heavy and real,
cold and shimmering like the sunlight in his eyes
The Dairy Queen loomed like a bright crimson scar
on the blue west Kansas sky

The hat that he wore made it painfully clear
that he hunted for more than just game
He said, “Haven’t I see your face somewhere before?”
I said, “No sir,” and backed away

Singing…
Start the van, boys
Start the van, boys
Pile in fast, shut the door
This guy’s got a gun and he says I’m the one
and I don’t need to hear anymore

We were five young men traveling lonely and tired
The last days of our tour were near
That lone Dairy Queen looked so inviting
with its restrooms and cheap souvenirs

But I soon got much more than I’d bargained for
as I faced down this soldier of gold
And the kids lined up with cones still in their hands
just to see a man gun me down cold

Start the van, boys
Start the van, boys
Pile in fast, shut the door
This guy’s got a gun and he says I’m the one
and I don’t need to hear anymore

The whites of his eyes never left mine
as he circled me slow like a cat,
saying, “Son, you look mighty familiar
Let me see if these license plates match.”

He said, “I think I seen you on a poster in town
and I believe I’ll collect my fine.”
I said, “There are a lot of bald scalps where I come from,
and I don’t think you’ll be needing mine.”

Start the van, boys
Start the van, boys
Pile in fast, shut the door
This guy’s got a gun and he says I’m the one
and I don’t need to hear anymore

The gun left his hand. That’s when I ran,
floored the van, and disappeared in a cloud
I still don’t know what he wanted me for
and I’m not going back to find out

I’ve lived in a lot of rough places
I’ve been beaten and seen my friends shot
But I didn’t live all these years just to get gunned down
in a Dairy Queen parking lot

 

 

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