(him)
Well I came out from Odessa with a hard hat and a grin
Drillin' wells out by Nurzhan where the oil comes rollin' in
Saw a herder's pretty daughter ridin' bareback down the line
Said, darlin', I'm a Texan, and I reckon you'll be mine(her)
Well I looked at that big Texan with his buckle shinin' bright
Said, mister, if you want me, come to supper Friday night
My daddy's got a question and my mama's got a bowl
And you'll drink it to the bottom if you want to win my soul
CHORUS:
(both)
Kymyz and kerosene
(him) I smell like a pipeline
(her) And I smell like the steppe in spring
(both) We're kymyz and kerosene
And it's the darnedest thing
(him)
Well her daddy filled a bowl up, it was white and it was sour
And it fizzed like a soda that'd been sittin' for an hour
So I took a mighty swallow like a Texas man should
And it came right back to see me, Lord, it didn't do me good
(her)
Well my brothers all were laughin' and my daddy shook his head
And my mama got the bucket and she sent him off to bed
But he rode back in the mornin' with a bowl of his own
Said, I'll drink it every mornin' till it tastes like home sweet home
CHORUS:
(both)
Kymyz and kerosene
(him) I smell like a pipeline
(her) And I smell like the steppe in spring
(both) We're kymyz and kerosene
And it's the darnedest thing
(him) Now darlin', back in Texas we got barbecue and beer
(her) Well darlin', this ain't Texas, and you're the stranger here
(him) I'll drink your daddy's kymyz
(her) I'll ride your pickup truck
(both) And if the oil runs out, darlin'
We'll get by on dumb luck
CHORUS:
(both)
Kymyz and kerosene
(him) I smell like a pipeline
(her) And I smell like the steppe in spring
(both) We're kymyz and kerosene
And it's the darnedest thing
Pass me that bowl.
That's my Texan.
Beka says: the Texas man cannot drink kymyz. this is true for every American in Talas I have seen