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Jerry Reed
"With His Pants In His Hands" lyrics

With His Pants In His Hands

With his pants in his hands
Out the window down the alley
He's travelled mountains and valleys
With his pants in his hands

Old Boston town so sincere
Beautiful girl young musketeer
Then comes along old Paul Revere
Says, "Hey, the redcoats are here"

So with his pants in his hands
And his shoes
Out the window down the alley
And his shirt
He's travelled mountains and valleys
And human dale
With his pants in his hands
I love it

When she invited him inside
Well, how was he supposed to know
She was a bride?
Then her husband knocked that frontdoor down
And you outta seen him boogie out of town

When every opportunity knocks
Well, he plays it slyer than a box
Well, about the time he gets right down to his sock
He hears a key in the front door lock

So with his pants in his hands
Out the window down the alley
He's travelled mountains and valleys
With his pants in his hands

Sweet land of liberty he craves
Land of the free and the home of the brave
But when his hide he needs to save
That boy ain't gonna turn around to wave

Right down through history he runs
Dodging an arrow and a gun
And no matter what the people have to say
He'll live to love another day

With his pants in his hands
Yes, with his trousers in his hand, honey
Out the window down the alley
He couldn't take the elevator
He's travelled mountains and valleys
Don't step on the dog, son
With his pants in his hands
And look out for that clothesline

With his pants in his hands
Boogity, boogity, boogity
Around them garbage cans
Out the window down the alley

Authors: Carson Parks