Mentioned by fumblefingers on 11 Aug 2010:


WHAT KINDA DEAL IS THIS
Written by Wayne C. Gilbreath.
As recorded by Bill Carlisle, 1965.

Now me an' Liz was on our first date.
We was a-settin' at this red light a-havin' to wait,
'N' this ol' boy walked up with a big possum grin,
An' he just opened the car door an' crawled right in,
An' I thought, what kinda deal is this?

You know, the thing that was a-gettin' me the most
Was the way this ol' boy seemed to feel his oats.
Man, he was really getting under my skin,
A-settin' over there with that big stupid grin,
And I thought, what kinda deal is this?

I got to wonderin' about this friend o' Liz,
But I figgered in a minute she'll tell me who he is,
But as we drove along I thought, man, oh, man,
'Cause me an' him an' Liz was all three a-holdin' hands,
And I thought, what kinda deal is this?

I ain't too smart, but I could still see
This whole deal looked all fouled up to me,
So I thought I'd better stop it; man, it's goin' too fur,
'Cause she was a-huggin' me an' he was a-huggin' her.
I thought, what kinda deal is this?

Well, I knew it wadn't right, but what could I say?
I thought I'd just kinda let it go along that-a-way,
But purty soon I seen I was out on a limb.
I couldn't kiss her without kissin' him,
An' man, I thought, what kinda deal is this?

So I stopped the car an' I said: "Looka here, Liz.
You'd better tell me who this guy is."
She said: "I don't know him! I thought he was your friend."
I said: "Well, if you don't know 'im, what's he doin' here then?"
I thought, what kinda deal is this?

So I grabbed 'im by the collar an' I jerked him out o' the car.
I said: "Buddy, I ain't never seen nobody like you are.
How come you pull these kind o' jokes?"
He said: "Well, sometime it works; sometime it don't."
An' I thought, what kinda deal is this?

Well, I drew back my fist to hit 'im in the face.
He broke a-loose an' outrun a snake.
So now here I stand just a-lookin' at Liz,
An' both of us are wonderin' who this guy is.
Now what kinda deal do you think this is?

If you find out, I wish you'd let me know. Man, it's tore me up like a sow's bed. You ain't never been tore up till you been tore up like a sow's bed. You'll know what I mean then. FADE.