A Different Kind of Knight

Can I cut in on a dance?

You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for

In that little Mexican

You can't mix your tears

With those from an agave plant

You see I've danced with myself

And he's never been a friend

You go believin' in your Lancelot

Well it's all in vain

And you're chasin' picket fences,

There's always hell to pay

I met many a girl in here

With the same story line

All them boys on those white horses

Don't know how to ride

But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup

To be free

I got a faint smell of cheap perfume

And a hint of gasoline

See I'm a different kind of knight

You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies

I don't have a white horse

But you can come along for the ride

She said "I'm tired of living life in a romance book

I think chivalry's dead

And I ain't gonna look

For them roundtable boys on the white horse

That can't get the story right."

I said "as luck would have it

I was tossed by the throne

I let my merry hair down

Some years ago

And I traded my coat of arms

For a guitar and some broken yellow lines."

But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup

To be free

I got a faint smell of cheap perfume

And a hint of gasoline

See I'm a different kind of knight

You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies

I don't have a white horse

But you can come along for the ride

She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit

The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips

And she raised that glass and the lime

And she kissed them goodbye

She said "promise me you'll take it slow

And swear no talk of tomorrow

And when you feel me tighten around you

Well you can let the hammer down."

And I got a pain outside with enough giddyup

To be free

I got a faint smell of cheap perfume

And a hint of gasoline

See I'm a different kind of knight

You're gonna find your fairy tales are all lies

I don't have a white horse

Oh

But you can come along for the ride