The Gates of Tess
Duration
4:36
Genres
Description
A heartwarming country tale about a beautiful little cowgirl whose interesting taste in food has unexpected repercussions. Tasteful crooning of the Old West and memorable solos interwoven throughout, this twangy romp will leave even the most avid country listener satisfied yet wanting more.
Lyrics
Old Keller: Back in the day, On Route 45, Met an old cowboy, Name was Michael, And he had a story, 'Bout a little girl, Named Tess. Whiskey-Pukin' Mike: And I said hey little Tess! There ain't no easy way out. And I said hey little Tess! Oh she smells like a trout. Down at the old pond on a dirty Thursday, I looked and saw a tiny little miss. I said hey little miss, what's your name, why you fishin'? She said: My name is simply Tess. One word's all she told me, was kind of a mess. I said girl what you doin' why you fishin' in that dress? She said I love fish I eat it every day. I said be careful, that stench is like a label. I learned to play guitar from my Granddaddy. -Lovely yet rugged guitar solo- While we're at it, how 'bout a little piano! -Majestic and adventurous piano solo- All right everybody, let's get funky. -"Finger-snappin' good" standup bass solo- Old Keller: Yeeehawwwww! Whiskey-Pukin' Mike: Well Tess she comes from Germany and that is almost Dutch. Asked her why did she love them fish so much! She turned to mean said it's 'cuz they're juicy. I said: Girl! I know you love the sushi! Blackfish and catfish, albacore and bass, This little girl, she's the type to kick your ass. Now I know, but you're thinkin' 'bout Tess. She's Tess. And I said hey little Tess! There ain't no easy way out. And I said hey little Tess! Oh she smells like a trout. Oh she smells like a trout.
