We try to tell folks who come here to look at our town,
What a big, mean moon we have,
But nobody'll believe it...
And last night it showed off
The greatest ever...

It just hung there, darin' you to look at it...
Makin' silhouettes into things and things came alive.
It even shined plumb to the bottom of the canyon, under bluffs,
And plopped dark doughnuts 'round the bottom of the trees on top of the mountain.
It's a kind of moon that makes haunted houses uglier,
And ugly girls prettier...
And little old animals see farther and feel closer together.
Brave weeds rose up to look 'round for lawn mowers...

Grandpa sat up in bed and said, "What's that?"
And the hair on Grandma's legs stood on end.
He said, "On moon brite nites like this,
Big eyed deer tip-toe into larger openings and dance better
'Cause they can see where the rocks are at"
And their prancin' gets fancier and freer
'Cause they know man's not there to dampen the dance.
This kind of moonshine makes you crazy, they say,
If you sleep in it.
But I think you're crazy not to try it.

Momma slept with the baby to protect it
And I flounced in bed even in a thick rock house...
When I went outside to see what was the matter,
Somethin' scared cold chills up my back.
Everything was standin' at attention over new shadows...
Then what was that that moved?
Just probably a nuthin!

A big full moon is like a person,
It needs help to show off...
And last nite all the clouds stayed home on purpose to create a great solo.
We can't stand an encore!
Takes too much out of you...

Those who saw the moon said they could smell it,
And one said it tasted like sin
And the quietness at the park side road was deafenin'...
And the little single couple sittin' there
Touched the backs of their hands together.
Scare Me!

We've been tellin' strangers who come to Luckenbach 'bout our moon,
But I know they won't believe we have such a big moon
For such a small town...