Frank Goodman: Guitar, Vocal, Bass
Paul Brainard: Pedal Steel
Ashbolt Stewart: Drums

Lyrics

Juiced in Houston

I got juiced in Houston
My flight was delayed
Man, it's a crying shame
The mess that I made
Things sure get crazy
When there's alcohol
Kinda makes me wish
I could recall it all

There was this blonde from Boston
Said she liked my style
She was in research
And was checking my file
An old familiar feeling
Began to take hold
She said "do you
believe in soulmates?"
I said "That's not my soul"

I got juiced in Houston
My flight was delayed
Man, it's a crying shame
The mess that I made
Things sure get crazy
When there's alcohol
Kinda makes me wish
I could recall it all

Well, I was drinking doubles
But she was no slouch
She was a shrink, in fact
I laid down on the couch
And started telling my story
Didn't get too far
Musta slipped me a mickey
And run off with my guitar

I got juiced in Houston
My flight was delayed
Man, it's a crying shame
The mess that I made
Things sure get crazy
When there's alcohol
Kinda makes me wish
I could recall it all

I sure got juiced in Houston
Juiced in Houston, yeah..
I sure got juiced in Houston