So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck. Headed west for Dallas, where I would try my luck. I didn’t have a notion if I could sell ‘em there. But, thirty minutes later, I was a millionaire. Bales of cocaine, fallin’ from low-flyin’ plane. I don’t know who done dropped ‘em, but I thank ‘em just the same. Bales of cocaine, fallin’ like a foriegn rain. My life changed completely by the low-flyin’ planes.
Rev. Horton Heat