I've never been a Cool Hand Luke The quarterback of the winning team Or guy with right kind punchlines Everybody wants to be I was that lucky ol' cuss With straight flush in his hand Oh but you am ain't no Patrick Swayze My old boots danced on air Never walked swag looking sharp as tack Lit up like Times Square Who's big smile As wide Rio grande? Strong an oak But soft leather High pine And light feather same boy whole lot better Whenever you're holding my used poke fun at them punch-drunk lovers thought I'd man baby always "do it way" drifter Another highway another town about little White house porch all way around Yeah saw me swing talkin' sweet dreams I'll damned