Long about 1974 I was in a group called The Last Cowboy Band. Tex Rubinowitz, Ed Fambro, Dave Parker and a drummer whose name I can't remember and we were playing a joint called The Gold Rush on 14th St NW, Washington, DC.

Well, The Gold Rush had a topless place on the first floor, Country Band (that was us) on the second floor and a strip joint on the third floor.

Naturally when the dancers from the other two floors were on brake they'd come to our floor to smoke cigarettes and fool around.

So one night one these scantily clad ladies who had had one Tequila Sunrise too many came up on stage and starting dancing around me while I was singing "The Wild Side of Life", (honest). Before I knew it she had unbuckled my pants and pulled them down.

Fortunately, I had on my Ernest Tubb under shorts that the band had given me for Christmas, no they didn't have a picture of Ernest, but at the end of the song I turned to the crowd and showed them "Thanks, No Requests" embroidered on the seat of my shorts. regards, Chance.