JTB: lead vocal, acoustic guitar. Boaz Kim: harmonica. Mike “Slo-Mo” Brenner: lap steel. David Laganella: electric guitar. Mark Schreiber: drums. Michael Frank: bass.

Lyrics

On the plains of South Texas I loved a young man
Who was trying to make it in a honky tonk band
As lean as a beanpole and tall as a tree
And he chewed a toothpick where a cigar used to be

Ah Buddy, why don’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle an angel for you
To heaven up there I swear I will wear
Something gold, borrowed, and blue

Well he had the boots and he had the hat
And he sang Hank like he was all that
All the boys loved his moustache and I was no exception
But he led me down a road of deception

Ah Buddy, why won’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle an angel for you
To heaven above I pray for your love
If you’ll only, only say I do

I spent my nights alone while he was on the road
Makin love to his guitar and to his microphone
Gamblin his pay away while I was left to moan
To be his one sweet darlin in old San Antone

Ah Buddy, who don’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle a gator for you
To heaven on high I pray I will die
That’s unless you will be my groom

Well I told him I wanted to be his wedded love
And to cherish him over all others above
He cupped my chin and said to me darlin
If I married you for love I’d be starvin

Ah Buddy, why don’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle an angel for you
To heaven on high I pray I will die
That’s unless you will be my groom
Oh only, only say I do
Ah only, only say I do