You say that somewhere over the rainbow,
There's a star that you've been wishin' on.
Well is the grass really that much greener,
Than here where you belong?
I hope that you find what you're after,
And I hope all of your dreams come true,
Just remember I'll always be here,
When your yellow brick road turns blue.
You say that you're having trouble,
Tellin' me why you can't stay.
It's not that you don't really love me,
It's just the winds of change are blowin' your way.
I know there's a road that you must follow,
But my heart won't give up on you.
So remember I'll always be here,
When your yellow brick road turns blue.
Somewhere, far away, you think you'll find your dreams,
But sometimes that ole pot of gold,
Isn't always what it seems.
So if you ever find yourself lonely,
And things don't work out like you planned.
You'll know there's a place to come home to,
And that I will always understand.
I hope that you find what you're after.
I hope all of your dreams come true...
Just remember, I'll always be here,
When your yellow brick road turns blue.
Just remember, I'll always be here,
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar
In the pocket of his old blue jeans
I ain't like my Wall Street brother
He's in a bank so shiny and clean
Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled
Tattered and stained with sweat
But I'm the 1st one called when Uncle Sam Needs a hand with the
National Debt
I've been wages for the farm hand
For drivin' an old John Deere
I've been laid on a bar in a tavern
To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer
I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress
Taped where I was torn
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate
In a church on Sunday morn
CHORUS:
They say I'm the root of all evil
I bring lust, power and greed
But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things
A workin' man really needs
Verse:
Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents
In this modern inflated age
But don't tell that to the young man slavin'
To make it on a minimum wage
Or that single workin' mother
She's been scapin' to make ends meet
To make a house a home
Keep food on the table
And shoes on her baby's feet
Well, I know my days are numbered
I'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin
And they'll replace me with another
But I'd do it all again
Cuz I've seen this great big country
Passed from hand to callused hand
And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud
That I belong to a workin' man
REPEAT CHORUS
"I can see you got your eye on this ole cowboy
and I can tell you've never had one for your own
Or you've never been around one
Now you're thinking that you've found one
Well, it might be kind of fun to take him home.
You giggle everytime I say 'Yes, ma'am.'
And I get this feeling that if I held you tight
You'd be seeing his and hers
Buckles, boots, and spurs
But that's a feeling you'll get over overnight.
Chorus:
Cause watcha gonna do with a cowboy
When that ole rooster crows at dawn,
And he's lying there instead
Of gettin out of bed
And puttin on his boots and getting gone?
Watcha gonna do when he says, 'Honey,
I got half a mind to stay'?
Watcha gonna do with a cowboy
when he don't saddle up and ride away?
You see it takes a special kind of woman
To put up with the life a cowboy leads
Cause his boots are always muddy
And his beer drinking buddies
Will camp out on the couch and never leave.
Don't even start to think you're gonna change him
You'll be better off tryin' to rope the wind.
What he his is what you got
and he can't be what he's not
and honey you can't hide him from your friends.
Chorus
Yeah whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
when he don't saddle up and ride away?"
I can see you got your eye on this old cowboy,
And I can tell you ve never had one for your own,
Or you ve never been around one,
Now you re thinkin that you ve found one,
Well it might be kinda fun to take him home.
You giggle every time that I say yes ma am
And I get this feelin if I held you tight,
You d be seein his and hers,
Buckles boots and spurs,
But that s a feelin you ll get over overnight.
Chorus
Cause whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
When that old rooster crows at dawn,
When he s lyin there instead,
Of getttin out of bed
And puttin on his boots and gettin gone,
What you gonna do when he says honey
I ve got half a mind to stay,
What you gonna do with a cowboy,
When he don t saddle up and ride away.
You can see it takes a special kinda woman
To put with the life a cowboy leads,
Cause his boots are always muddy,
And his beer drinkin buddies
Will camp out on your couch and never leave,
Don t even start to think you re gonna change him,
You d be better off to try and rope the wind,
What you see is what he s got,
And he can t be what he s not
And honey you can t hide him from your friends.
Chorus
Them bareback horses are the only thing
They make your back hurt they make your bell ring
They’re hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore
But when it’s all over you’re craving some more
Well you drive down the road in a broke down car
You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are
You get yourself a road map and head out once again
With only enough for fees so you’d damn sure better win
You finally make the pitchin’ with your entry fees all paid
You get on another snatcher and he flings you away
So you head to town broken hearted lookin’ for a chance
To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance
Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone
You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home
But she’s got a big boyfriend who just came from the can
And he says move on there buddy cause he’s her lovin’ man
So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight
You’re drunk and broken hearted
And it’s twelve o’clock at night
And you ain’t got a dime in your old blue jeans
But by God you got a half a tank of gas
And a can of pork and beans
You write a hot check to pay your fees once again
You got yourself a good one so you ought to win
The horse is standin’ in the chute then he bucks around
The whistle blows then you’re standin’ on the ground
The judges total their markings and they tally up the score
And you’re beatin’ everybody by at least ten points or more
So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash
A good feelin’ in your heart and a tank full of gas
But boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey
You gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin’ away
You look back now with a wantin’ eye
But brother it’s all gone so you sit and cry
It was dark and I was driving down a lonely texas road
The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes
I was thinking bout the wild times and the women that I’d had
The deceitful things I’d done and those lies
When standin’ in the shadows at the side of the road
Stood the figure of a withered old man
He wore a black bandana a ropin’ stetson hat
With a two inch scarlet hat band
He held his wrinkled hand up as a sign to shut ’er down
So I pulled over and stopped at his side
He opened up the door slid in and sat down
And said my ain’t it hot tonight
I studied this old man and it seemed mighty strange
For him to be out here all alone
And then he started talking and he told me many things
Of times that both of us had known
He told me of the wild life and the women that he’d known
How none of them had ever meant a thing
He told me of a black night much the same as this
Of the strange and awesome things he’d seen
A man beside the road had raised his hand
And flagged him down so he stopped and let him in
That stranger told him stories that I am hearing now
Bout the wild times and all the sin
And the car got cold and clamy and this old man looked at me
He said boy I’ve come here for you
Your days of wicked sinnin’ have come to an end
As a mortal on this earth you are through
Then his eyes got red and firey as he took his stetson off
To reveal his evil horns shiney and black
My God the fear came o’er and my senses were all lost
I fought with him until we finally crashed
Next day they found the car at the bottom of the draw
The young cowboy was found beside the wreck
The car had been consumed by fire
But the cowboy had no marks
Except the smokin’ pitchfork brand upon his neck
He’s got a broomstick horse called dynamite
His very favorite friend
An old steed about four hands high
That runs just like the wind
There’s not an outlaw in the badlands
That he can’t apprehend
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
When the other kids are lost in space
In plastic rocket ships
Well he’s meetin’ bad guys face to face
With a big iron on his hip
Fear’s a word he’s heard but it don’t mean a thing to him
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
(chorus)
Whoopie ti yo (whoopie ti yo)
Whoopie ti ya (whoopie ti ya)
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
There’s a cook named mom back at the ranch
She just don’t understand
That cowboys always wear their hat in the house
And they never wash their hands
They eat beef and beans not squash and greens
And don’t need tuckin’ in
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
(key change)
He’s got a hat and a badge and a chaw in his jaw
And licorice on his chin
He’s kind to ladies and cats and dogs
But he’s hard on wanted men
He ain’t the truck drivin’ drug store rhinestone kind
Cause they’re just all pretend
Whoopie ti [d]yo the littlest cowboy rides again
Chorus 2x in new key
Whoopie ti yo (whoopie ti yo)
Whoopie ti ya (whoopie ti ya)
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
I was sittin’ in bar room one rainy afternoon
Tellin’ stories about rodeo and listening to a tune
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
So joe (or name of your choice) took our names and put our entries down.i went to the office the next day to see
What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees.
I looked on the list but my name wasn’t found
I thought joe might of forgot to put me down.
Well, I looked on the board and I happened to find,
My name was on another list, I was in the bull riding.
My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat,
Then I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office steps.
Well, I may be a fool but a coward I’m not,
So I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the knot.
I walked in the arena with them other bullridin’ fools,
Walked down the chutes, and found my bull.
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back,
Then had some cowboy pull up the slack,
Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back,
And said "boys, open the gate just a little bitty crack!".
Well, the bull hit the gate with his head
And I could see over his hump that his eyes was red.
He bailed outta there with a big snort and a beller’
And somethin’ inside me told me I was yeller’
The dust and hair and flies from off his hump,
Did whisk to my nose as he made another jump.
And the stink of it all was more than I could stand,
So I jerked my wrap, and opened my hand.
Well, he jumped through air as he made one more turn,
That rope slid through my hand it sure did burn.
He flang me down in a great big heap,
And right in the middle of me he did leap.
With his feet on my belly, standing in place,
That dirty ole’ bull, blew snot in my face.
Well, them danged ole bulls you can run ’em the chutes,
Put your ropes on them big gallutes,
But the closest your gonna find me to their stinkin’ hair,
Is to help some other fool get flung in the air.
Now, I’ve got a pony, the fastest thing around,
And of all the girls I’ve known she’s the truest one I’ve found.
Well, she’ll cut ‘em and she’ll head ‘em just the way you want ‘em
Turned,
And if you drop your loop around ‘em, she can make a grass rope hum,
And any time you got a rodeo, and I’ve got the entry fee,
You can bet your boots my gal and I will come.
Chorus
Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of colorado
That young pony was born to work the trail.
Some old idaho rawhider was the first one tried to ride her,
Bronco buster, wild horse rustler, well she flipped him off like a
Turkey feather duster.
Now, some folks like a cadillac with power brakes and air,
Just give me a hamlee saddle and my little buckskin mare.
Well, I rode her up a mountain when we made that summer drive,
And I [g]took her to wyomin? for a rodeo or two,
At old cheyenne and saratoga, we roped them little dogies,
She the best ole gal this cowboy ever knew.
When she gets to old to rodeo too old to ride the range,
I’ll take the buckskin lady out across the open plains.
Cause she’s just an ole cow pony and I know she’d go plum crazy
If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through
I’ll just turn her loose to ramble underneath them rocky mountains
And tell ‘em that her workin? days are through.
Chorus
Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of colorado,
That’s my pony sir and I say she ain’t for sale.
Transcribed from audio by John Harris.
Written by: Bill Staines.
Album: Chris LeDoux and the Saddle Boogie Band
Publisher: Capitol
Salesrank: 54,378
UPC: 077779687022
Release Date: August 15, 1991
There's a silence on the prairie; That a man can't help but feel
Shadows growing longer now; Nipping at my heels
I know that soon that old four-lane; That runs beneath my wheels
Will take me home; to my Sweet Wyoming Home.
I headed down the road last summer; With a few good friends of mine
They all hit the money, Lord; I didn’t make a dime.
The entry fees they took my dough; the travlin’ took my time;
And I’m headed home; to my Sweet Wyoming Home
Watch the moon; smiling in the sky
Hum a tune; Prairie lullaby;
Hear the wind; And old coyoties cry
A song of home; Sweet Wyoming Home
Now the rounders they all wish you luck; When they know you’re in a jam
But your money’s ridin’ on the bull; And he don’t give a damn
Well there’s shows in all the cities; Cities turn your heart to clay
Takes all a man can muster; Just to try and get away
The songs I’m used to hearin’; Ain’t the kind the jukebox play
And I’m headed home; To my Sweet Wyoming Home
Interlude
Well I’ve always loved the ridin’; There ain’ t nothing quite the same
Another year might bring me luck; Win in another game
There’s a magpie on a fencerail; That’s callin’ out my name
And he calls me home, To my Sweet Wyoming Home
Watch the moon; smiling in the sky
Hum a tune; Prairie lullaby;
Hear the wind; And old coyoties cry
A song of home; Sweet Wyoming Home
It’s a song of Home, Sweet Wyoming Home
We made camp along the river
watch the cattle
as they bend down
back at the wagons
right after supper
spread the bed rolls
on the ground
me an willie
we took the night gaurd
and the sage
never smelled so sweet
the prairie moon
was blazin silver
no chance tonight
for stampede
we rode off yonder
in the distance
towards the mountains
there in the west
then I see lightening
and I hear thunder
my mind is weary I could use some rest
then all at once
the wind shifts directions
the clouds roll in
behind the tumble weeds
these longhorn cattle
are gettin restless
God help us all
if they stampede
smell the rain
and hear the thunder
the midnight sky
turns balck as death
lightening crashes
smell the sulfur
it's rank and strong
as satan's breath
the cattle rise up
and go around
I steer my pony
on to take a lead
and across the heard
I can hear willie yellin
hey stampede
dust clouds ride
as the rain falls
they mix together
turn the air to mud
I feel the longhorns
brush against me
and I can feel the demons
racin through my blood
and all at once
my pony stumbles
we hit the ground
and I rise
up to my knees
and flash a light
I can see the cattle comin
lord I know
I'm gonna die
in this stampede
then I wait
and I look around
I'm in my bed roll
and I;m layin on the ground
over there's a wagon
and there's the campfire
I was only dreamin
but what's that sound
then I feel the earth
tremble beneath me
as the midnight sky
begins to bleed
and from the blackness
I can hear willie yellin
hey stampede
Took my last fall in san diego
Bus headed north one headed south
I call a farm in colorado
And I lift a dusty pay phone to my mouth
She says hello I say it’s me hon
Sorry I stayed away so long
Tell the kids thier old man’s through with playin’ rodeo
Cause if it’s alright with you I’m comin’ home
Well there’s silence on the line
She says you sure did take your time
But I still need a man for the things a man is good for
You know how it is raisin’ crops and raisin’ kids
Demands a man at least as fit as you are
So come on git on home there’s hay that needs a mowin’
A boy that needs a whippin’ and a hundred things to do
I hope you’ve finally found your mind
To leave that rodeo behind
I’ve spent half my life just waitin’ here for you
I guess that nows the time I’d better tell her
Hon I’ve got this old friend that’s here with me
He used to be a cowboy and a good one so they say
But now his legs are crippled he can’t walk you see
But hon you ought to hear him tell his stories
Sing the old songs play the guitar too
I’d really like to show him colorado
But I thought I’d better leave it up to you
Well there’s silence on the line
And now I hear her sayin’
Babe I only need a man for the things a man is good for
And you know how it is a place just half this big
Demands a man at least as fit as you are
Put yourself in his place it’d awful hard to face
All the chores and work and nothing he could do
If you want to know my mind leave that rodeo bum behind
Don’t waste our time I’m waitin’ here for you
Well cryin’s just for kids I put down the phone
Fumble with my crutches movin’ slow
I wish that I was on the bus that’s colorado bound
And I hope the weather’s nice in mexico
Blue bonnets line a hundred miles of Texas highway
All the way from Kadee, to downtown San Antonio
The sun's so hot I feel the steam rise off this chevrolet
If you can stand the heat, we'll drive down to Mexico
We'll I've got your (...) we can make it to Laredo
Drop our troubles in the mighty Rio Grande
Come on sugar, ain't you my amigo
We can build our castles in the Tempico sand
I've got the wheel, baby, you can have my shoulder
We'll find forever in the stars up above
No need to worry, you can slide on over
We're riding high on a runaway love
We're riding high on a runaway love
Ten thousand kisses blowing through me like a hurricane
Shoulda left that one horse town a long, long time ago
We'll shoot tequila, watch the sun set over yesterday
We'll cross the border babe, were on cruise control
Well I know its crazy and we might be takin chances
But goin nowhere is more than we can stand
I'll be your Romeo, you can be my Spanish dancer
I'll play my guitar in a Mariacha band
I've got the wheel, baby, you can have my shoulder
We'll find forever in the stars up above
No need to worry, you can slide on over
We're riding high on a runaway love
We're riding high on a runaway love
WE can leave it all behind, ain't no tellin what we'll find
Ain't got nothin to lose
I've got you by my side, lay back and let it ride
We'll be dancin barefoot by the light of the moon
I've got the wheel, baby, you can have my shoulder
We'll find forever in the stars up above
No need to worry, you can slide on over
We're riding high on a runaway love
We're riding high on a runaway love
(to the end)
S. LaPrade Riddell, Pointed Star Music (recorded by Chris LeDoux)
On a cold Montana morning
On the road to Idaho
I watched her order hot and black to go.
And her boots and spurs and blue jeans
And the lonely in her eyes
Told me just how much she loved the rodeos.
I asked where she was headin',
She said, the Boise show.
She took a third in Butte just yesterday.
No, she never has been married,
And she probably never will,
'Cause silver buckle dreams
Don't leave time for standing still.
CHORUS
Round and Round and Round she goes
Where she stops nobody knows.
The miles are gettin' longer,
The nights they never end.
Old rodeos and livestock shows
Keep the lady on the go.
Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And it's the only life she knows.
For now on fifteen seasons
The circuit's been her home,
And at times she misses kids she never had.
But she wouldn't trade a minute
Of the years that she's got in it,
'Cause she's had herself some happy,
she's learned to take the sad.
When I looked up from my coffee
I saw Boise on her mind,
she had that look of leavin' in her eyes.
As she drove into the morning
It slowly dawned on me
How hard it is to tell a dream goodbye
CHORUS
Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And it's the only life she knows.
I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'
To make money so I could live in luxury
But the life behind a desk in a building
Would be like a prison sentence to me
My manners are not refined or even polished
and my speech it may be crude to most you see
I guess that I was just born a dreamer
But in my life I relish pride and being free
My clothes are high heeled boots and a big hat
and the buckle on my belt I wear with pride
You might even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out faded
blue Levi's
Well I'm a cowboy
on the rodeo circuit
and when it's time to ride Well I bear down and try
but when I play I go to some ol' crowded bar room
and get drunk & wild along with the other guys
Well I know it can't go on like this forever
and I maybe a fool just runnin' wild through life
But it's my life and I'll live it to the fullest
and I can look back and say that it was right
And some day when my rovin' days are finally all over
Well I can picture a little home down beside a stream
and with a son and his mother sittin' by me and with love I'll help him to
strive to reach his dream.
Since I saw that rodeo in 1965
I had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive
I went and did some practicing on pa’s old ropin’ mare
And I thought I’d take that bronc I’d drawed
And really part it’s hair
When they opened up the gate he did a double flip
Half way through the second one is when I lost my grip
I hooked my spurs into the dees and hung with all my might
I held my breath he chinned the moon
And sucked back to the right
My boots came off and went asailin’ right up in the stands
My belt it broke and shattered my watch I lost my wedding band
I scattered all my cigarettes my shirt ripped down the back.
I sure was gettin’ dizzy and I thought my neck would crack
I rode him several jumps with both hands high up in the air
He jumped into an old light pole we parted company there
I landed in some muddy slop he stomped right through my side
Nothin’ ever busted me like that old pony ride
I couldn’t seem to catch my breath I couldn’t seem to hide
I hobbled back barefooted just a searchin’ for my pride
And I just couldn’t believe my achin’ ears
When the announcer said re-ride re-ride re-ride
I’ve had enough for 20 men and he calls up re-ride
Re-ride re-ride
You’d think he got me good enough they give him one more try
There’s a full moon risin’ in the prairie sky tonight
Lord it’s good to be on my way home.
Over that hori[a]zon she keeps the home fires burin’ bright
I’m goin’ back to my powder river home.
Chorus
Where the river winds from the big horn’s up above
And the clear moon shines on the prairie that I love
It’s the closest place to heaven this cowboy’s ever known
I’m goin’ back to my powder river home.
Travelin’ round the country for a dozen years or more
Funny how your point of view can change
I finally found the rainbow that I’ve been searchin’ for
It’s right above my home out on the range.
Chorus
I’m goin’ back to my powder river home.
At seven this mornin' I got on the horn and said to hold my bronc
as long as you can
My car broke down in Billings and they just got it put together
I'll be photo finishing into old Cheyenne.
Well here I am in Sheridan and it's 9 o'clock in the morning
and times a going fast
I just pulled 'er over had some coffee and a doughnut and I bought the
car a brand new tank of gas.
Well I don't know if I'm gonna make it's 9: 15, I'll be lucky if I ever get there
By God now what's that I hear is it a siren
Sure enough he got me on his radar
He pulled up behind me and turned on those flashing lights a sign that
I knew meant to pull her over
So I stomped on my brakes and as skidded to a halt I wiped out three
reflector posts along the shoulder.
He got out of his car and was a walkin' real slow, so I jumped out and
met him half way, He jerked out his gun and said "Mister are you crazy?
I ain't never seen nobody drive that way."
I told him take it easy and he could put up that cannon the way he's
shakin' it just might go off. He put up the gun as I explained my situation
he listened to my story and he coughed.
He wrote me out a ticket that seemed to take forever, I took it as I headed
for my car.
That cop he hollered out at me and said "Hey cowboy you better slow down
cause you can't outrun this radar"
As I rolled on down the road I was a cursin' and a swearin' about the
ticket that I had just acquired, I wondered if I oughtta pay it or throw
it out the window, hell I might just set the damn thing afire.
So I gunned it once again and was traveling down the highway
with the gas pedal mashed to the floor
When I came around a curve and right there in the highway there's
more damn sheep than I've ever seen before.
I'm going to fast to ever stop so I just close my eyes as the car rolls on through
the herd.
When I open up my eyes again there's a sheep on the fender, and
that herder's saying some mighty awful words.
The sweats a drippin' off my brow as I barrell through ole Wheatland
I'm a nervous wreck and I must be a sight, the flies inside this ole car
are buzzing all around me, guess my 24 hour deodorant quit last night.
60 50 40 30 20 miles more the rodeo starts in another 18 minutes
I pull in through the main gates I hear the anthem playin'
I can't believeit, thank God I finally made it.
There's only one more obstacle that's standing in my way, it's a
nit wit with a weekend badge. He's standing by the gate and as I
slide her to a halt he says "Where in the hell you going so doggone fast?"
I tell him that I'm entered and I ain't got time to talk, my horse is in the
chute and I'm late. He says I need to get a pass from the secretary
my eyes get red my heart fills up with hate.
I yell you dirty so and so you better let me through, he asked if I'd repeat
that once again, so I whacked him in the mouth and I left him lying there
on his back kicking in the sand.
I got there just in time to see my bronc come runnin out his head and tail
held way up high I swear he looked right straight at me, grinned and
gave a horse laugh, and me I just stood there and cried.
I stood there feelin' helpless and purely dumbfounded, I looked and what did
I see three highway patrolmen and a gateman with a fat lip and they were
all a lookin' back at me
Sittin' in this cell now I've done a lot of thinkin' about that
wild ride I made a month ago, I'm sorry that I'm in this rotten situation
If I could do it again I wouldn't have drove so slow,
The winter wind was blowin’ when we loaded that old truck
With a few things that we had and all our dreams.
With my new bride there beside me we headed down the road
I would show her places and things she’d never seen
First we went to denver, fort worth, then san antone
She cheered me on at every rodeo,
But houston finally ended and then san angelo
I didn’t want to tell her but she knew that we were broke.
Chorus
But she never complained when the winnin’s didn’t come
She just took it all in stride,
And if I rode good or bit the dust, she was just as proud
She was happy bein’ by my side
Then in california the baby started showin’
And all her clothes were gettin’ way too small
We couldn’t spare the money to buy her any new ones
She just wore my shirt and jeans and didn’t mind at all.
And early in the mornin’ we’d wake up by the roadside
I’d build a fire and she’d get out the eggs
She’d cook us up some breakfast then we’d sit down there on the grass
Lord, those were the best meals I guess I ever ate.
Chorus
Well now those days are over, and somehow we got ahead
That little gal I married’s still here with me
We finally got the house we planned down there beside the stream
And all those old hard times are just cherished memories.
Chorus
She was happy bein’ by my side.
Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside every darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate, break down the garden gate
There's not much time left today
CHORUS
Life is a highway
I want to ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I want to drive it all night long
Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough, this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors
CHORUS x2
There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once but now
We look it in the eye
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there wehn the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors
CHORUS x3
When the rodeo was over, we’re all go to the room.
We’re drink some beer relax awhile and sing some cowboy tunes.
That old guitar we passed around, it was battered, scratched, and
Broke.
But lord it sounded mighty fine, when john ed sang "cowpoke"
Ben he’d think of some old tune, and he’d really wail away.
Dunder’d play the spoons and sing until the break of day.
Clyde he’d tell a poem or two and old rich he’d crack a joke.
But damn it nearly make you cry when john ed sang "cowpoke"
Someday this road I travel, lord I will leave behind.
But memories of the things I’ve seen will never leave my mind.
On a quiet summer’s evening when the sun is sinking low,
I’ll think again of days gone by when john ed sang "cowpoke".
My home’s in montana, I wear a bandana,
My spurs are silver, my horse is a bay.
And I’ve been a-roamin? all over wyomin?
There’s plenty of work, but there ain’t too much pay.
Me and a few boys we signed on at dubois,
To feed through the winter and camp out awhile.
Come a hard hittin? norther from the montana border,
We tallied the frozen ones mile after mile.
Well they give you your three squares and a bunk to sleep there,
And just enough wages to keep you around.
But with no place to spend it and nowhere to send it,
You can stay out of debt if you stay out of town.
Chorus
It’s horses and cattle and a double rig saddle,
With a stout line, a catch twine, and a good ropin’ arm.
Wherever there’s ranches, I’ve been takin’ my chances,
From sunrise to sunset since the day I was born.
We struck out for laramie early one saturday,
Spring was a breakin? the grass turnin’ green.
Well, I took a hand in some fast movin’ brandin’
When they offered top wages at the bar seventeen.
We followed a rodeo clear up to codeo,
Tryin’ to ride me a bronco or two.
Well, I [c]busted some hosses for [f]two or three bosses,
And [c]lost all the wages that [g]ever I [c]drew.
[c]well it’s hell and high water for the [f]idaho border,
Where [c]i’ve got a gal if that letter don’t [g]lie.
If she [c]gives me a reason to [f]stay through the season,
I’ll [c]take her to elko when the [f]snow starts to [c]fly.
Chorus
This country's seen some hard times, lord knows she's deep in debt.
She's comin' through another depression and for some it ain't over yet.
We've all been divided, playin' our own selfish games.
Why does it always take the hard times to get people back together
again.
But I believe in America, I believe in America...
One nation under God, still proud and strong!
I believe in America, I'm proud to be in America,
Though I know in America we've gotta right some wrongs.
But I don't believe you can keep America down for long.
Now if you read the papers, or listen to the news these days.
Sometimes there don't look like there's much hope left for the good ole
USA.
This country she ain't perfect, but thank God she's still free.
An' she's gonna make her comeback, yes sir, just you wait and see.
An' I believe in America, I believe in America...
One nation under God, still proud and strong!
I believe in America, I'm proud to be in America,
Though I know in America we gotta right some wrongs.
But I don't believe you can keep America down for long.
I believe in America, I believe in America...
One nation under God, still proud and strong!
I believe in America, I'm proud to be in America,
though I know in America we gotta right some wrongs.
Well a few years back me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo.
We were hangin' around town with nothing to do, nowhere else to go.
Cowboys are known for their fun loving ways, pranks, and practical jokes. And I'll never forget the night we impressed a bunch of them Calgary folks. Well just down the hall in the ole hotel where me and old John stayed.
Were some school marms, they'd come up from Dallas to party for a couple of days.
Now these old gals was fancy dressers; they had wigs and beads and all.
So we put on the hair, took off our boots, and boogied on down the hall. Well, you could never tell we were cowboys; we were real lookin' hippies by heck. With long hair, bare feet, old t-shirts, and beads around our necks. And shoot we just had to show someone so we boogied on down to the lounge. There was cowboys, and gents in nice old suits and ladies in long evening gowns. Well we found us a table, pulled out a chair and lit up some Bull Durham smokes. The smoke filled the air, everyone there thought these hippies were smokin' dope. Now Leonard and Cravy and old Ronnie
Rosland were sitting two tables away. So we did what we thought hippies would do when we noticed them lookin' our way. Well we waved our long hair, rolled back our eyes, and sucked in them home made smokes. Sayin' stuff like cool and ya, man wow. We put on one heck of a show. Now Ronnie and Lenard, they'd been there a while and they wasn't feelin' much pain. I reckon they figured they'd have some fun with these two hippie freaks that walked in. Well the bar got deathly quiet, as those cowboys come our way. And the city folks knew it wouldn't be long till the battle got under way. Well Ronnie came right over to me and looked me right square in the eye and said, hey there boy, whats that stuff you're smokin' I Said, here man give it a try. Well that didn't make him too happy, and then when I told him to bug out he blinked and snorted like a mad brahamer bull, frolicked and foamed at the mouth. Well just about then, I looked at old John and his face had turned beat red, cause Leonard had grabbed him by the throat with plans to tear off his head! Ronnie reached out with a huge left hand and grabbed a hold of my hair. With a right fist cocked, he said now boy you better start sayin' your prayers!
Well he gave a yank and my wig come off and lay limp there across his hand.
The most stupified look I've never seen on the face of any man. Well he
dropped the thing like a poisonous snake and stared at it there on the floor.
The he looked up and saw who I was, he laughed, and gave out a roar!
Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes,
Like a wild wind that blows in the night.
The highways and backroads are all that he knows,
He’ll be gone with the mornin’s grey light.
Like a blue norther howlin? like the tumbleweeds blow,
There’s no way to settle him down.
His spirit’s as wild as the horses he rides,
His freedom he wears like a crown.
CHORUS
And he rides the wild horses,
The same blood flows through their veins.
Yes he rides the wild horses,
Like the horses he’ll never be tamed.
He’ll never be broke, he won’t be tied down,
He’ll never wear no man’s brand.
He won’t fit in with the nine to five crowd
Cause movin’s all he understands.
The ole man stand by the lone chute, he sold his calves t'day.
He spits in the dust between his boots, as the semi pulls away.
The slick blue check in his grimy hands, shoves down in his coat.
It won't make the payment on the land, or pay the interst on the note.
Oh...it's hard, hard times...
He's a young man with a loving wife, 2 children and a home.
Plans to build a better life, and put a mortagage on his own.
He lost his job when the boom went bust, still got bills to pay.
Now he's pickin' up cans in the roadside dust, she's at the Feed-Rack
cafe.
Oh....it's hard, hard times...
Now the ole grey banker sits behind his desk, beneath a worried frown.
Of the tangled mess of some good folks goin' down.
He's known some of 'em for 30 years, and some point the finger of blame.
An' no one sees his tears, except the one who shares his name.
Oh...it's hard, hard times...
For your love
I'd rope the moon
and put it
in a blender
mix up a concauption
that might
make you surrender
I'd bide the brand
off a buckin branded bull
rob me a gin mill
I'd fill the ocean full
I'd take on the army
her majesty's marine
your love
ain't just a cover
it's a whole magazine
for your love
I'd stop a freight train
single handed
spreadin out the bins
in the rio grande
I'd climb the tower
at the tv station
braodcast my affection
to the united nation
I'd take on the governor
in Washington DC
your love
ain't just an engine
it's a rockin machine
Chorus
For your love
I'd stop the hands of time
for your love
I'd dig a diamond mine
for your love
I'd do it all the time
Yes I would
For your love
I'd walk a tight rope
and wrestle anacondas
jump a motorcycle
over half a dozen hondas
carve your initials
on a forest of bamboo
paint the Brooklyn bridge
baby paint with a broom
I'd take on the press
from Tokyo to Prada
your love ain't just
a hot sauce
it's a whole enchilada
Chorus
Yeah now
[intro]
1.she got a roof that don’t leak
When the rain’s pourin’ down
She got a place I can sleep
Where I’ll be safe and sound
She got a lock on her door
Oh, but I got the key
She don’t walk the floor
But she worries about me
C.her love has no strings
Shackles or chains
But I’m holdin’ on for dear life
It’s like rollin’ a seven every time I roll the dice
2.she got a big ol’ smoke wheel
She got a dog that won’t bite
She got a heart I can steal
Just like a thief in the night
She got a slow burning fire
She keeps the radio low
But when she gets all inspired
We let the good times roll
I've been gone for so long,
Feels so good just to get back home,
Back to my friends and other faces that I love to see.
Like a rainbow that is in the sky,
The certain twinkle is in her eye,
Telling me she believes in what I am and what I want to be.
CHORUS
Well don't it make you want to dance
Don't it make you want to smile
When your down, down, down in the country big and sing a while
Don't it make you want to dance
Don't it make you want to smile
When your down, down, down in the country big and sing a while
Oh Lord don't it feel right tonight,
Making music when you feel this right,
Feeling better with every little single song.
Look around everyone is your friend,
And every one is bound to grin,
And when the chorus comes around everybody jump on.
CHORUS x3
Well I wake up in the mornin', I brew my coffee hot and strong.
I get out my ole guitar, and try to write a song.
An them larks are singin, oh lord, just outside.
And I'm stuck here in this kitchen tryin' to write.
And I'm writin' these cowboy songs. Yodellehe, Cowboy songs...
Just me and my beat up ole guitar.
Cowboy songs, Yodellehe, Cowboy songs...
Well maybe one of these cowboy songs is gonna make me a star.
Now Hank Williams Jr. writes 'em rough, and sings 'em tough.
And Charlie Daniels sings a song about the devil.
And Waylon and Willie sing about...whatever they like.
And I'll probably be sing these cowboy songs for the rest of my life.
And writin' these cowboy songs. Yodellehe, Cowboy songs...
Just me and my beat up ole guitar.
Cowboy songs, Yodellehe, Cowboy songs...
Well maybe one of these cowboy songs is gonna make me a star.
Well this don't sound like Strawberrie Row, or that lonesome cattle
call.
And you might think that it don't sound nothin' like a cowboy song at
all.
But it is, 'cause I wrote it...And I'm a real life buckaroo.
And I wrote this silly little cowboy song, especially for you.
Here it is...Cowboy songs, Yodellehe, Cowboy songs.
Just me and my beat up ole guitar.
Just a Cowboy song, Yodellehe, Cowboys songs.
[If you haven‘t started this nasty habit, don‘t start.
But if you’re hopelessly addicted, might as well sing about it!]
Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
Copenhagen: The way I know it should.
Put a little chew in my mouth
Go spitting and slobbering all around the house, that
Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
I took a chew just the other night
and it made me feel so fine.
So I grabbed my honey-baby
and I pinched her ol’ behind.
She said, “You better spit out that chewing tobacca’
if you wanna kiss me on the big ol’ smacker, that
Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
Copenhagen: The way I know it should.
Put a little chew in my mouth
Go hackin’ and gaggin’ all around the house, that
Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
*I was sitting in a barroom and
*I had me a little dip
*Drinking beer and talkin’ but
*I had no place to spit.
*So I spit a stream out on the floor
*and the bouncer flung me out the door, that
*Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
It’s a cure-all, too.
Cures fits, warts and freckles;
Coughs, colds, runny nose.
Guaranteed never to rip, run or snag.
Makes conception a wonder
And child-birthin’ a pleasure.
That’s Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
[*Chris, this sure beats singing all those old love songs]
[What are you talking about, Toby, this is a love song!]
Intro
Storm clouds are building above the timber line
The lightning’s flashing across the mountain side
The thunder’s rollin’ down the canyons of his mind
Somewhere beyond the great divide
The bugle of the bull elk echos through pines
The north wind moans her lonesome lullaby
He hungers for the freedom of an eagle as she flies
Somewhere beyond the great divide
Chorus:
He’s heard the call of the wild
He’s heard the call of the wild
The mountains callin’ to him like a mother calls her child
He’s heard the call of the wild
Livin’ in the city oh it gets to be a grind
Puttin’ in his hours workin’ overtime
Waitin’ for the day he can leave it all behind
To go somewhere beyond the great divide
Bridge:
He’s got to get away from the city for a while
He’s gotta answer the call of the wild
Guitar solo: (tab will come later, I’m still working on it)
Repeat chorus
If you're feelin' sad and lonely
There's a service I can render
Tell the one who loves you only
I can be so warm and tender
CHORUS
Call me, don't be afraid, you can call me
Maybe it's late but just call me
Tell me and I'll be around
When it seems your friends desert you
There's somebody thinking of you
I'm the one who never hurt you
Maybe that's because I love you
CHORUS
Now don't forget me 'cause if you let me
I will always stay by you
You've got to trust me, that's how it must be
There's so much that I can do
CHORUS
If you call I'll be right with you
You and I should be together
Take this love I long to give you
I'll be at your side forever
CHORUS
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
FADE
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Blue eyes and frcles neath a white cowboy hat
His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat
He’s one of the good guys it’s plain to see
Shore enough cowboy though he’s only three
There’s a cute little filly she lives right next door
She’d like to brand him but he’s no green horn
She’ll offer him candy but he knows her game
He’ll take what she gives him then be on his way
Chorus:
Blue eyes and freckles and holes in his jeans
Out in the back yard ridin’ his dreams
He’s uor little cowboy until the day our
[a] fences can’t hold him and he’ll ride away.
Vs. 3
Saturday morning he’s up before dawn
Grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on
Today the lone ranger and him make their ride
Them outlaws better find some place to hide
Vs 4
With tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin
His onery old cyuse done throwed him again
But a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain
He’ll mount up and be back ridin’ the range
Mama just look how our little boy’s grown
He’ll soon be a man with a mind all his own
And I know the hardest thing we’ll ever do
Is take down the fences and just turn him loose
Just a broken down cowboy all down on his luck
Been through the best of his friends
On a long lonesome highway in an old pick-up truck
Cross Texas like a hot dusty wind
He was All Around Cowboy back in forty-nine
From the top it's been a long way down
Since the whiskey and the women started winning his time
They rode him high and hard to the ground
He remembers the thrill of being a winner
and the days of his first rodeo
There's something 'bout winnin' that don't last forever
Maybe tomorrow things will get better
If the devil lets loose of his soul
He'll be the All Around Cowboy again
So he rolls up a smoke and he sips his Old Crow
Wipes the whiskers that cover his chin
And he grins as he dreams of old rodeos
He's the All Around Cowboy again
He remembers the thrill of being a winner
and the days of his first rodeo
There's something 'bout winnin' that don't last forever
Maybe tomorrow things will get better
If the devil lets loose of his soul
He'll be the All Around Cowboy again
Well it's saturday night,
Your all dressed up in blue.
I've been watchin you a while,
Maybe you've been watchin me too.
So somebody ran out,
Left somebody's heart a mess.
Well if you're lookin for love,
Honey i'm tougher than the rest.
Some girls they want a handsome Dan,
Or some good lookin Joe,
On their arm some girls want a sweet talkin' Romeo.
But round here baby,
I've learned you get what you can get,
So if your lookin for love,
Honey i'm tougher than the rest.
Oh your road is dark,
And there's a thin thin line,
But I want you to know,
I'd walk it for you anytime.
And all your other boyfriends,
They couldn't pass the test.
So if you're Lookin for love,
Honey I'm Tougher than the rest.
Well it ain't no secret,
I've been around a time or two.
Well I don't know but,
Maybe you've been around too.
Well there's another dance,
All you gotta do is say yes.
And if you're lookin for Love,
Honey I'm tougher than the rest.
And if you're ready for love,
Honey i'm tougher than the rest.
Well a man can't spend his life in reflection,
Just thinkin' about the way things used to be.
So I'm gonna take myself a new direction,
And make myself some brand new memories.
Well I spent lots of years out on that highway,
Ridin' buckin' horses for my grub.
But now I make my livin' with this ole guitar.
And just like Rodeo it's in my blood.
And now I'm gonna sing my cowboy music,
With a country feelin' and a little touch of soul.
And I hope you people take a likin' to it. Yes I do!
'Cause I can't ride the bronco's anymore
Now I make you a wager, that I've been in your hometown.
Ridin' broncs in your big rodeo,
But now the only time you'll ever see this cowboy come around.
Is if I'm singin' in a country music show.
And now I'm gonna sing my cowboy music,
With a country feelin' and a little touch of soul.
And I hope you people take a likin' to it. Yes I do!
'Cause I can't ride the broncos anymore.
My whole body's gettin' to dang tired and sore.
Ha pasado mucho tiempo
aqu
Well it's forty below
And I don't give a fuck
Got a heater in my truck
And I'm off to the rodeo
It's an allamande left
And allamande right
C'mon you fuckin' dummy
Get your right step right
Get offstage you goddamn goof
Y'know you piss me off
You fucking jerk
Get on my nerves
Well here comes Johnny
With his pecker in his hand
He's a one-ball man
And he's off to the rodeo
It's an allamande left
And allamande right
C'mon you fuckin' dummy
Get your right step right
Get offstage you goddamn goof
Y'know you piss me off
You fucking jerk
Get on my nerves
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Well it's forty below
And I ain't got a truck
And I don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm off to the rodeo
It's an allamande left
And allamande right
C'mon you fuckin' dummy
Get your right step right
Get offstage you goddamn goof
Y'know you piss me off
You fucking jerk
Get on my nerves
Well heer comes Johnny
With his pecker in his hand
He's a one-ball man
And he's off to the rodeo
It's an allamande left
And allamande right
C'mon you fuckin' dummy
Get your right step right
Get offstage you goddamn goof
Y'know you piss me off
You fucking jerk
Get on my nerves
Well you mama finds it hard to understand,
Why her lovin' son wants to be a rodeo man.
And your daddy had a whole lotta great big plans for you,
You hate to disappoint him but you gotta other things to do.
Now, your best girl thinks it's time you settle down.
You finally graduated and she's ready for a wedding gown.
But there's a great big world just waintin' out there for you,
And if she really loves you she can wait another year or two.
And nobody really knows how you feel inside,
The road gets rough and the goin' gets tough, but you know you've gotta
try.
And there ain't no way they're ever gonna change your mind.
Don't everybody know that a cowboys got to ride.
Now your highschool buddies say man, you've gone insane.
Don't you know rodeo is a crazy, foolish game.
But you can see in their eyes a little jealousy,
They're all workin' 9-5, you're footloose and fancy free.
And nobody really knows how you feel inside,
The road gets rough and the goin' gets tough, but you know you've gotta
try.
And there ain't now way thery're ever gonna change your mind.
Don't everybody know that a cowboys got to ride.
Don't everybody know taht a cowboys got to ride...
In a world of losers, filled with wrong turns
Where so many bridges seemed destined to burn
The odds are so great, the chances so slim
To find the right her for just the right him
CHORUS
We're two in a million, exceptions to the rule
I followed my heart and love led me to you
It's a gamble at best, so easy to loose
But the first time we kissed we both knew
We're two in a million, two who found one love that's true
What some call love, can be lost overnight
You find there's a tunnel at the end of the light
But here in your arms, the only surprise
Is the way love keeps growing as time passes by
CHORUS
We're two in a million, two who found one love that's true
Lately I've been feelin' funny
My head's a-spinnin' and my knees are weak
Every time I get around you, honey
The heartbreak thing comes over me
It all started with a reel o' motion
A little kiss and before I knew
I fell hard with a loud commotion
Smack dab in the middle of love with you
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle of love with you
All I do is think about you, baby
I need your lovin' every night and day
I'm in deep and I don't mean maybe
Way over my head gettin' carried away
So what do you think about the future, darlin'?
I hope you feelin' that you feel it too
'Cause have mercy, my heart is fallin'
Smack dab in the middle of love with you
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle of love with you
I know I've said it time and time again
Our love was never really in my plans
I sang a solitary, look at you and here I am
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
And I don't know what to do
Smack dab in the middle
Right square in the middle
Smack dab in the middle of love with you
Been like a rolling wheel in these fertile fields
Since I was five years old
Between then and now I bet I've pulled this plow
About a million miles or so
I have never been nowhere, oh, but I don't care
To me there is no where else to go
And in all and all I am, it's just who I am
It's as complicated as new plowed earth
Simple as dirt
I love my wife and kids just like my daddy did
And my daddy's dad before
And their philosophy was handed down to me
Life is easy as a hard day's work
Simple as dirt
Well, I live my life one day at a time
That's the only way I know
Oh lord, I have paid my debts and I have no regrets
And I reap the things I sow
And I'll keep pulling weeds and planting seeds
Until I reach the end of the road
But you can lay me down this familiar ground
And on my stone carve just three words
Simple as dirt
I love my wife and kids just like my daddy did
And my daddy's dad before
And their philosophy was handed down to me
Life is easy as a hard day's work
Simple as dirt
Been like a rolling wheel through these fertile fields
Well, I never was the kind to wear my feelings on my sleeve
But since I've met you, girl, there's been a world of change in me
Well, I've got to say I love you, hope you like the sound of that
'Cause I can't keep it under this old hat
Under this old hat is the head you turned around
And the heart you stole away, the day we met
Under this old hat's two arms that long to hold you tight
And the boots I'd walk the soles off of to be here by your side
And every night in my prayers, there's just one thing I ask
That the man you love will always be under this old hat
Well, you've got me feeling things that I've never felt before
And it's so good to know when I come a knocking at your door
That of all the men who'd love to waltz across your welcome mat
The one you want is under this old hat
Under this old hat is the head you turned around
And the heart you stole away, the day we met
Under this old hat's two arms that long to hold you tight
And the boots I'd walk the soles off of to be here by your side
And every night in my prayers, there's just one thing I ask
That the man you love will always be under this old hat
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle,
Me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain.
Witch and John were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung.
But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
Chewin' snoose and spittin' in a bottle.
With country music blastin' on the radio.
Talkin' girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles.
Rollin' south to a California rodeo.
Just rollin' down that great American highway,
With the mornin' sky lit up like a flame.
Chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow.
Like children runnin' through the rain.
Well it's rodeo time in Oakdale, California.
And we stumble with the trash out of the car.
And ole Bill looks at me through whiskers and wild, red eyeballs,
And says, we look more like hobo's than big-time rodeo stars.
Well we ride our broncs and we all win a little money.
And there's Witch over at the beer stand again.
But look, he's got his arm around a little California honey.
An' Bill says...I wonder if that lady there's got any friends.
Just rollin' down that great American highway,
With the mornin' sky lit up like a flame.
Chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow.
Like children runnin' through the rain.
Well, the years went by and now we've all got families.
Ah, but we still get together every now and then,
And we talk about all the bad broncs and good times.
Lord, somtimes I wish I was back on that road again...
Just rollin' down that great American highway,
With the moernin' sky lit up like a flame.
Chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow.
Like children runnin' through the rain.
Just chasin dreams and followin' a rainbow...
Last night you told her, you could never hold her.
'Cause a cowboy's just gotta be free.
Her heart was breakin', yours was achin',
But you saddled up to follow your dreams.
Coffee on your campfire, wind through the barbed wire,
You huddle close to the flames.
Though she's far behind you, the night wind reminds you.
It just keeps on whisperin' her name.
You can make a run for the border,
Try to hide at the hole in the wall.
But don't you know your arms are achin' to hold her.
And cowboy even though you're ridin' tall...
Cowboy you're riding for a fall..
Midnight the moons up, hands around your tin cup.
The frost settles in on the sage.
The nights gettin' colder, well, man you're gettin' older.
T'night you're feelin' you're age.
Well, why don't you turn back, just saddle up and backtrack.
You know you'll never find a love quite like hers.
And tell me, on a cold lonesome evenin', what the hell goods your
freedom?
Don't you think it's time you hung up your spurs?
You can make a run for the border, try to hide at the hole in the wall.
But don't you know your arms are achin' to hold her.
And cowboy even though you're ridin' tall...You're ridin' for a fall.
Down on your luck lookin' for an answer
Why does love keep slippin' away
You want somebody that you can count
Oh, well girl this is your lucky day
I'm ready to start I'm the one to fix your broken heart
I'm workin' on a feelin' oh baby you're second to none
Yeah, you got me reelin'
And if you're lookin' for love I'll get the job done
If you're lookin' for love I'll get the job done
You might think that you could do better
But baby please don't waste this chance
Don't go lookin' any further
'Cause you're lookin' at a true romance
Don't say no come on baby I'm ready to go
I'm workin' on a feelin'
If your heart needs repair or just a little love and care
Don't worry I'll be standing there
I'm workin' on a feelin'
I was born in a hurry but there wasn't any place to go
Nowhere fast seemed better than nowhere slow
I never really got the hang of hangin' around
When you get down to it
I guess, I always knew it
What it is that makes my world go 'round
It's a matter of horsepower
For 8 seconds on miles an hour
That's the way I am and it's a fact I can't ignore
Yeah, big four legged, fuel injected
Runnin' wild, radar detected
Man can always stand a little bit more
Horsepower
Well, the view looks better from ahead than it looks behind
I've got a need for speed and I don't mean the drugs-store kind
Some people like a life that barely moves at all
I say more power to 'em
Then I fly right through 'em
'Til it slows down to a crawl
And then I think about horsepower
For 8 seconds on miles an hour
That's the way I am and it's a fact I can't ignore
Yeah, big four legged, fuel injected
Runnin' wild, radar detected
Man can always stand a little bit more
Horsepower
Then I think about horsepower
For 8 seconds on miles an hour
That's the way I am and it's a fact I can't ignore
Yeah, big four legged, fuel injected
Runnin' wild, radar detected
Man can always stand a little bit more
Ten years ago on a cool, dark night
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene but they all did agree
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me
The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die"
I spoke not a word although it meant my life
For I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
The scaffold is high and eternity is neared
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil she cries over my bones
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Well you don't see him much on the big screen anymore
The kids don't ride along with Roy or Gene
And that ain't really him with all those feathers in his hat
And some frenchman's name embroidered on his jeans
Chorus:
But he's still out there ridin' fences
Still makes his livin' with his rope
As long as there's a sunset he'll keep ridin' for the brand
You just can't see him from the road
Well he never learned to two step hell he barely learned to walk
But he's worn a lot of leather off the tree
He's had one or two good horses that he counts among his friends
He never drew a breath that wasn't free
Repeat chorus:
Well he's tall in the saddle short on the cash
The last to quit the first to buy the beer
Well he's a knight in leather armor still livin' by the code
That's made him what he's been a hundred years
Repeat Chorus:
As long as there's a sunset he'll keep ridin' for the brand
You just can't see him from the road
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