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"Born To Follow Rodeo"
Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet
Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife
It aint much but its all you've got to eat
You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low
Just call I'll send your busfare to come home
But you're just to proud to take it and home wont be the same
Now you've had a taste of rodeo
You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams
To satisfy the hunger in your soul
You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo
All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill
But thats your fees to enter old Cheyenne
And all thats in your favor is you and your try
And a deep knawing desperately to win
Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air
In your mind a promise has been made
If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death
You swear you'll be the champion someday
You set out on the road...
Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet
Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife
It aint much but its all you've got to eat
You set out on the road...
Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet
Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife
It aint much but its all you've got to eat
You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low
Just call I'll send your busfare to come home
But you're just to proud to take it and home wont be the same
Now you've had a taste of rodeo
You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams
To satisfy the hunger in your soul
You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo
All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill
But thats your fees to enter old Cheyenne
And all thats in your favor is you and your try
And a deep knawing desperately to win
Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air
In your mind a promise has been made
If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death
You swear you'll be the champion someday
You set out on the road...
Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet
Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife
It aint much but its all you've got to eat
You set out on the road...
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"Caballo Diablo"
Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waiting for me
And he knows that I'm coming' for him and I just can't rest till I find
That raven black stallion that wears no man's brand with a wild restless spirit like mine
They call him Caballo Diablo half-horse half-devil they say
Caballo Diablo the outlaw up a top the Sierra Madre
Two men before tried to take him they had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashing' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't leave I must find him you fool of a horse can't you see
Well I may be half man but the other half's devil and you're just exactly like me
They call him Caballo Diablo...
Even the breezes stopped moving hush now be still
Don't make a sound stay close to the ground cause he's waitin' just over that hill
Downwind behind him move quickly do it fast now he's starting to stir
Grab a handful of mane and up on to his back
And start raking him down with your spurs
But try as he will he can't shake me as over the precipice we go
To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below
They call him Caballo Diablo...
Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waiting for me
And he knows that I'm coming' for him and I just can't rest till I find
That raven black stallion that wears no man's brand with a wild restless spirit like mine
They call him Caballo Diablo half-horse half-devil they say
Caballo Diablo the outlaw up a top the Sierra Madre
Two men before tried to take him they had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashing' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't leave I must find him you fool of a horse can't you see
Well I may be half man but the other half's devil and you're just exactly like me
They call him Caballo Diablo...
Even the breezes stopped moving hush now be still
Don't make a sound stay close to the ground cause he's waitin' just over that hill
Downwind behind him move quickly do it fast now he's starting to stir
Grab a handful of mane and up on to his back
And start raking him down with your spurs
But try as he will he can't shake me as over the precipice we go
To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below
They call him Caballo Diablo...
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"Wyoming Girl"
I saw her for the first time when the snow was falling down
And Lord she was the cutest thing I've ever seen
Great big green eyes a flashin' ruby lips a smilin'
Well my heart went pitter patter and I knew it was gonna shatter
If I couldn't make that little gal my own
You can sing about your sweet Joly Blon
You can sing about them pretty gals down in Tennessee
You can sing your song about that Yellow Rose of Texas
But the one by the Powder River that runs through old Kaycee
That Wyoming girls the only one for me
I've been around this big country and I've seen a lot of women in my time
Well there ain't none sweeter and there ain't none better
Than this little gal I call mine and I thank you Lord for making her my wife
You can sing about...
I saw her for the first time when the snow was falling down
And Lord she was the cutest thing I've ever seen
Great big green eyes a flashin' ruby lips a smilin'
Well my heart went pitter patter and I knew it was gonna shatter
If I couldn't make that little gal my own
You can sing about your sweet Joly Blon
You can sing about them pretty gals down in Tennessee
You can sing your song about that Yellow Rose of Texas
But the one by the Powder River that runs through old Kaycee
That Wyoming girls the only one for me
I've been around this big country and I've seen a lot of women in my time
Well there ain't none sweeter and there ain't none better
Than this little gal I call mine and I thank you Lord for making her my wife
You can sing about...
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"I'm Country"
Well there's a little word and it fits me to a T
I don't know how you spell it but its country and that's me.
I laugh when I'm happy and cry when I'm blue
‘cus when I'm mad like I'm suppose to do
On a saturday night I'll have a drink or two
And hollow at the moon I'm country.
I chew tobaccer and spit it on the ground
Talk to the cows when no one ain't around
I'm trapped on the mountain when the snows falling down
Yes sir boys I'm country
I'm as country as bronc on the western plains
Just as wild and twice as hard to tame
As high on living as a noon day sun, yea
I'll be country ‘til the day I'm done.
City folks think I'm crude I guess
You can tell I'm a hick by the way I dress
But that don't matter I'm as happy as can be
And proud as heck that I'm country.
Well there's nothing wrong with city if you like it that's fine
Drivin' them freeways wasting its time,
But I bet you folks in the back of your mind, kinda wish you was country don't
Ya.
I'm as country as bronc on the western plains
Just as wild and twice as hard to tame
As high on living as a noon day sun, yea
I'll be country ‘til the day I'm done.
Come on boys keep singing them country songs who knows maybe we will just
Convert some of these city folks into country folks and they'll all move out to
The country and then the country wont be country anymore. Hold on
I just gave you one side to the whole picture because
Country is heart and dust and snow where the winters get down to forty below
And the works is hard
And the pay sure low and it ain't all roses being country.
Hang in there folks don't do nothin' foolish now
You got yourself a nice high paying job air conditioned offices
Yea you got movie theaters right on down the street there
You got yourself a city park too, now that's country
And there you don't have to worry about no rattle snakes biting on your leg
Or no abdominal snowman coming down and tearing off your head or nothing like that there
Well there's a little word and it fits me to a T
I don't know how you spell it but its country and that's me.
I laugh when I'm happy and cry when I'm blue
‘cus when I'm mad like I'm suppose to do
On a saturday night I'll have a drink or two
And hollow at the moon I'm country.
I chew tobaccer and spit it on the ground
Talk to the cows when no one ain't around
I'm trapped on the mountain when the snows falling down
Yes sir boys I'm country
I'm as country as bronc on the western plains
Just as wild and twice as hard to tame
As high on living as a noon day sun, yea
I'll be country ‘til the day I'm done.
City folks think I'm crude I guess
You can tell I'm a hick by the way I dress
But that don't matter I'm as happy as can be
And proud as heck that I'm country.
Well there's nothing wrong with city if you like it that's fine
Drivin' them freeways wasting its time,
But I bet you folks in the back of your mind, kinda wish you was country don't
Ya.
I'm as country as bronc on the western plains
Just as wild and twice as hard to tame
As high on living as a noon day sun, yea
I'll be country ‘til the day I'm done.
Come on boys keep singing them country songs who knows maybe we will just
Convert some of these city folks into country folks and they'll all move out to
The country and then the country wont be country anymore. Hold on
I just gave you one side to the whole picture because
Country is heart and dust and snow where the winters get down to forty below
And the works is hard
And the pay sure low and it ain't all roses being country.
Hang in there folks don't do nothin' foolish now
You got yourself a nice high paying job air conditioned offices
Yea you got movie theaters right on down the street there
You got yourself a city park too, now that's country
And there you don't have to worry about no rattle snakes biting on your leg
Or no abdominal snowman coming down and tearing off your head or nothing like that there
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"Rhinestone Cowboy"
I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone
Well, I really don't mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There'll be a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone
Well, I really don't mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There'll be a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
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"Long Black Veil"
Ten years ago on a cold 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 though 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 was high and eternity near 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 o'er my bones
She walks these hills...
Nobody knows but me
Ten years ago on a cold 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 though 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 was high and eternity near 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 o'er my bones
She walks these hills...
Nobody knows but me
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"Rodeo Rose"
When I first saw you I din't think you were too pretty
Kinda Dumb looking and tell you the truth really ugly
But I wanted and needed what you had to offer
So I swallowed my pride and together we hit the road
Rodeo Rose I'm mighty glad that you're mine
You're the best thing this cowboy ever could find
You've been with me mile after mile and never complained
And the way that I treated you I never thought you could ever stand the strain
The weeks and the months we have known have turned into years
And you have stuck by me through all the hard times and the tears
And I know you can't hear me because you don't have any ears
Oh but that doesn't matter at all I still love you so
Rodeo Rose I'm mighty glad that you're mine
You're the best thing this cowboy ever could find
You've been with me mile after mile and never complained
And it wouldn't surprise me if you're the first truck in the cowboy hall of fame
When I first saw you I din't think you were too pretty
Kinda Dumb looking and tell you the truth really ugly
But I wanted and needed what you had to offer
So I swallowed my pride and together we hit the road
Rodeo Rose I'm mighty glad that you're mine
You're the best thing this cowboy ever could find
You've been with me mile after mile and never complained
And the way that I treated you I never thought you could ever stand the strain
The weeks and the months we have known have turned into years
And you have stuck by me through all the hard times and the tears
And I know you can't hear me because you don't have any ears
Oh but that doesn't matter at all I still love you so
Rodeo Rose I'm mighty glad that you're mine
You're the best thing this cowboy ever could find
You've been with me mile after mile and never complained
And it wouldn't surprise me if you're the first truck in the cowboy hall of fame
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"All Around Cowboy Of '64"
Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive
Maybe in my younger days I could
But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit
And if I didn't love it so I would
I recall when folks thought I was great and all the riders used to hate
To see my name upon the enter door
Cause I could ride and I could rope the others seem they have no hope
A lookin' at a bickle that I wore
It's that all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Long days and lucky breaks have me alone
Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Folks don't seem to realize the thrill I get from every ride
That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me
Scratched and bruised my body aches from day to day to use its takes
Lord only knows the way that sets me free
Now my days have shorten up I'm out of breakes and out of luck
And the things will never be the same old way
As I look back and shed a tear sometimes I can almost hear
The echo of the judges they would say
You're the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Long days and lucky breaks helped me along
Working hard and riding fast and sleeping in the cold
Made me ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Yes I'm the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive
Maybe in my younger days I could
But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit
And if I didn't love it so I would
I recall when folks thought I was great and all the riders used to hate
To see my name upon the enter door
Cause I could ride and I could rope the others seem they have no hope
A lookin' at a bickle that I wore
It's that all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Long days and lucky breaks have me alone
Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Folks don't seem to realize the thrill I get from every ride
That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me
Scratched and bruised my body aches from day to day to use its takes
Lord only knows the way that sets me free
Now my days have shorten up I'm out of breakes and out of luck
And the things will never be the same old way
As I look back and shed a tear sometimes I can almost hear
The echo of the judges they would say
You're the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Long days and lucky breaks helped me along
Working hard and riding fast and sleeping in the cold
Made me ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Yes I'm the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
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"John Ed Sang Cowpoke"
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's think of some old tune, and he's really wail away.
Dunder's play the spoons and sing until the break of day.
Clyde he's tell a poem or two and old Rich he's 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"
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's think of some old tune, and he's really wail away.
Dunder's play the spoons and sing until the break of day.
Clyde he's tell a poem or two and old Rich he's 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"
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"Fourth Of July Rodeos"
Just about two hundred years ago they signed that declaration
Tellin' everybody in the whole wide world they're gonna start a brand new nation
From that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday
To the rich man poor man and everybody but the cowboys in the RCA
Well I get on the phone and call the airlines rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations
Cause I've entered bout thirteen rodeos out across the great big nation
Got the car tuned up the tanks full of gas I've got money in my hand
And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week at the bank I'm a lucky man
It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail and it'll drive you insane
My wife's worried home by the telephone I'm on the road again
It's the Forth of July on the rodeo trail if I ever make it home I swear
I'm gonna to hang up my hat put up my riggin' sack
And for a month I'm gonna stay right there
Well I've been on the road about three days now and I haven't had a minutes rest
There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes and my face is now a whiskered mess
Boy I'd sure like a bath and a home cooked mean but for now I must be satisfied
With this double super-duper half cooked burger
And a side of grease soaked french fries
Well the week's nearly over and I wonder to myself will I ever make it home alive
When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary when he slipped tryin' to make his high dive
And the plane and the pilot that we rented looked like surplus from World War I
And I thought any times about suicide but I haven't found myself a gun
It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail...
Just about two hundred years ago they signed that declaration
Tellin' everybody in the whole wide world they're gonna start a brand new nation
From that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday
To the rich man poor man and everybody but the cowboys in the RCA
Well I get on the phone and call the airlines rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations
Cause I've entered bout thirteen rodeos out across the great big nation
Got the car tuned up the tanks full of gas I've got money in my hand
And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week at the bank I'm a lucky man
It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail and it'll drive you insane
My wife's worried home by the telephone I'm on the road again
It's the Forth of July on the rodeo trail if I ever make it home I swear
I'm gonna to hang up my hat put up my riggin' sack
And for a month I'm gonna stay right there
Well I've been on the road about three days now and I haven't had a minutes rest
There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes and my face is now a whiskered mess
Boy I'd sure like a bath and a home cooked mean but for now I must be satisfied
With this double super-duper half cooked burger
And a side of grease soaked french fries
Well the week's nearly over and I wonder to myself will I ever make it home alive
When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary when he slipped tryin' to make his high dive
And the plane and the pilot that we rented looked like surplus from World War I
And I thought any times about suicide but I haven't found myself a gun
It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail...
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"Horses And Cattle"
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.
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 busted some hosses for two or three bosses,
And lost all the wages that ever I drew.
Well it's hell and high water for the Idaho border,
Where I've got a gal if that letter don't lie.
If she gives me a reason to stay through the season,
I'll take her to Elko when the snow starts to fly.
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.
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.
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 busted some hosses for two or three bosses,
And lost all the wages that ever I drew.
Well it's hell and high water for the Idaho border,
Where I've got a gal if that letter don't lie.
If she gives me a reason to stay through the season,
I'll take her to Elko when the snow starts to fly.
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.
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Re: Chris Ledoux - Tekstovi pesama
"Fine As Wine"
She's sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California
Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach
Warms you goin' down like a twenty-two year old brandy
When she loves me Lord she's fine fine as wine
She loves her rodeo man turns him every way but loose
Washes out all his Levi's and shines his cowboy boots
Watches him each Saturday bitin' the dust again
She takes him home puts him to bed and rubs him with linament
She's sweeter than the grapes...
Laying in the back seed with sugar at the wheel
Broken bones from my last ride is all my head can feel
And sugar sure gets tired Lord of all I've put her through
But I'll never find another gal who's sweeter or who's true
She's sweeter than the grapes...
She's sweeter than the grapes...
She's sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California
Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach
Warms you goin' down like a twenty-two year old brandy
When she loves me Lord she's fine fine as wine
She loves her rodeo man turns him every way but loose
Washes out all his Levi's and shines his cowboy boots
Watches him each Saturday bitin' the dust again
She takes him home puts him to bed and rubs him with linament
She's sweeter than the grapes...
Laying in the back seed with sugar at the wheel
Broken bones from my last ride is all my head can feel
And sugar sure gets tired Lord of all I've put her through
But I'll never find another gal who's sweeter or who's true
She's sweeter than the grapes...
She's sweeter than the grapes...
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"Tie A Knot In The Devil's Tail"
Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a roundup camp last fall
Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons and may be a dog or two
And they swore they'd brand all long ear calves that came within their view
And any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he throwed his easy go down
Well I'm sick of the smell of this here burnin' hair and allows I'm a goin' to town
So they saddles up and they hits 'em a lope for it weren't no sign of a ride
And them was the days when a buckaroo could oil up his insides
Oh they starts her off at Kentucky Bar at the head of a whiskey row
And they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below
And then sets up and turns around and goes her the other way
And to tell you the god forsaken truth them boys got stewed that day
As they was a ridin' back to camp a packin' a pretty good load
Well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin' down the road
Say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes
For I've come up from hells Rim Rock to gather in your souls
Says Sandy Bob old devil be damned we boys is kinda tight
And ya ain't gonna get no cowboy souls without one hell of a fight
So Snady Bob punched a hole in his rope and he swang her straight and true
And he lapped it onto the devils' horns and he taken his dallies too
Now Buster Jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat
So he shakes her out and he built him a loop and he lassoed up the devil's hind feet
Well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin' hot
And they cropped and swallow forked both his ears and they branded him up a lot
They pruned him up whit a dehorning saw and they knotted his tail for a joke
And then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak
So if your ever up high in the Sierra peaks and you hear one hell of a wail
You'll know it's that devil a bellerin' about them knots tied in his tail
Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a roundup camp last fall
Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons and may be a dog or two
And they swore they'd brand all long ear calves that came within their view
And any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he throwed his easy go down
Well I'm sick of the smell of this here burnin' hair and allows I'm a goin' to town
So they saddles up and they hits 'em a lope for it weren't no sign of a ride
And them was the days when a buckaroo could oil up his insides
Oh they starts her off at Kentucky Bar at the head of a whiskey row
And they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below
And then sets up and turns around and goes her the other way
And to tell you the god forsaken truth them boys got stewed that day
As they was a ridin' back to camp a packin' a pretty good load
Well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin' down the road
Say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes
For I've come up from hells Rim Rock to gather in your souls
Says Sandy Bob old devil be damned we boys is kinda tight
And ya ain't gonna get no cowboy souls without one hell of a fight
So Snady Bob punched a hole in his rope and he swang her straight and true
And he lapped it onto the devils' horns and he taken his dallies too
Now Buster Jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat
So he shakes her out and he built him a loop and he lassoed up the devil's hind feet
Well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin' hot
And they cropped and swallow forked both his ears and they branded him up a lot
They pruned him up whit a dehorning saw and they knotted his tail for a joke
And then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak
So if your ever up high in the Sierra peaks and you hear one hell of a wail
You'll know it's that devil a bellerin' about them knots tied in his tail
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Re: Chris Ledoux - Tekstovi pesama
"The Bucking Machine"
I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows
Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos
But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen
Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine
The kids they were all lined up to give the thing a go
And when I first saw it Lord it looked pretty slow
It jumped and it kicked then it turned back a twirled
Then I got to thinking I'll give it a whirl
So I pushed through the crowd and I talked to the man
Who had invented this here modified garbage can
I said I'm a twister and one of the best
I'm a wolf of the world boys I must confess
Ill bet you a hundred I said with a grin I'll spur it so hard its sides will cave in
And the bolts and the screws that hold the dang thing together
Will fall down inside it there and short out its motor
Well the man he said son I'll take that bet
And I won't turn it till you think that you're set
So I got my riggin' and I cinched it on down
Then I said to old Sam go ahead and turn it on
Well it rattled and it groaned, then it started to move
I spurred it every jump, and, Lord, it felt mighty smooth
The foam rubber was a flyin' right off of its old neck
And the tin underneath it was startin' to crack
I looked at the man and I started to say
I'll win me that hundred fore the end of the day
Then he grabbed a big ol' lever with a little sly grin
Jammed it up to high gear and locked it right on in
With a snatch and a jerk and a sharp stabbin' pain
I felt like a hobo tied to an old freight train
My head it went to poppin' and I saw all the starts
The Big Dipper the Milky Way and the planet they call Mars
The next thing I knew I was right there on the ground
Just about thirty feet away from that laughin' crowd
So I payed up my hundred and I limped on away
And the words the man I still remember today
So you're a wolf of the world and a real tough twister
Well listen real close to some good advise Mister
Keep a ridin' them old broncs if you're still feeling mean
But you'd better keep clear of Sam's buckin' machine
I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows
Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos
But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen
Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine
The kids they were all lined up to give the thing a go
And when I first saw it Lord it looked pretty slow
It jumped and it kicked then it turned back a twirled
Then I got to thinking I'll give it a whirl
So I pushed through the crowd and I talked to the man
Who had invented this here modified garbage can
I said I'm a twister and one of the best
I'm a wolf of the world boys I must confess
Ill bet you a hundred I said with a grin I'll spur it so hard its sides will cave in
And the bolts and the screws that hold the dang thing together
Will fall down inside it there and short out its motor
Well the man he said son I'll take that bet
And I won't turn it till you think that you're set
So I got my riggin' and I cinched it on down
Then I said to old Sam go ahead and turn it on
Well it rattled and it groaned, then it started to move
I spurred it every jump, and, Lord, it felt mighty smooth
The foam rubber was a flyin' right off of its old neck
And the tin underneath it was startin' to crack
I looked at the man and I started to say
I'll win me that hundred fore the end of the day
Then he grabbed a big ol' lever with a little sly grin
Jammed it up to high gear and locked it right on in
With a snatch and a jerk and a sharp stabbin' pain
I felt like a hobo tied to an old freight train
My head it went to poppin' and I saw all the starts
The Big Dipper the Milky Way and the planet they call Mars
The next thing I knew I was right there on the ground
Just about thirty feet away from that laughin' crowd
So I payed up my hundred and I limped on away
And the words the man I still remember today
So you're a wolf of the world and a real tough twister
Well listen real close to some good advise Mister
Keep a ridin' them old broncs if you're still feeling mean
But you'd better keep clear of Sam's buckin' machine
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"The Winner"
When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell of a hand
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And there's rivers of dance halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo
Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to ride
Well it's pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in chute eight he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and he's crazy
And the chute boss is a hollerin'
Come on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think you're all lazy
And the spot lights on the sawdust...
With his spurs in his shoulders the horse comes unglued
It's like ridin' some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a grinnin'
Doin' fine there in all the commotion
The crowd's on its feet the whistle she blows
And the pickup men rush to his side
As they pull him away he hears one of 'em say
Looks to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And it's all comin' true right in front of his eyes
Cause he's the feller who won the big rodeo
When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell of a hand
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And there's rivers of dance halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo
Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to ride
Well it's pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in chute eight he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and he's crazy
And the chute boss is a hollerin'
Come on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think you're all lazy
And the spot lights on the sawdust...
With his spurs in his shoulders the horse comes unglued
It's like ridin' some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a grinnin'
Doin' fine there in all the commotion
The crowd's on its feet the whistle she blows
And the pickup men rush to his side
As they pull him away he hears one of 'em say
Looks to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And it's all comin' true right in front of his eyes
Cause he's the feller who won the big rodeo
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"Painted Ladies"
"Painted Ladies"By a blackened wood stove in a run down old bunkhouse
Sat an old buckaroo with his hat in his hand
And he lowered his voice as he told me about 'em
Them wild western women that wore no man's brand
Well the old man remembered they'd drive you plum crazy
Dancin' for nickels 'neath the bar rooms oil light
We'd come off the trail and they'd be waiting for us
Them purty painted ladies in dresses so bright
[CHORUS:]
Where's all the pretty painted ladies
Where's all the dance hall gals
Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty
Are you waiting for me at the end of the trail
Slowly they'd swirl with the ranchers and the wranglers
While the piano played on into the night
They'd be kickin' their skirts past the worry raw hiders
Purty painted ladies I miss you tonight
Well I told the old timer that they'd all moved on years ago
No more purty Lil no more Buffalo Sal
But he said son some nights I can see 'em
A singin' and a dancin' at the end of the trail
[CHORUS]
"Painted Ladies"By a blackened wood stove in a run down old bunkhouse
Sat an old buckaroo with his hat in his hand
And he lowered his voice as he told me about 'em
Them wild western women that wore no man's brand
Well the old man remembered they'd drive you plum crazy
Dancin' for nickels 'neath the bar rooms oil light
We'd come off the trail and they'd be waiting for us
Them purty painted ladies in dresses so bright
[CHORUS:]
Where's all the pretty painted ladies
Where's all the dance hall gals
Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty
Are you waiting for me at the end of the trail
Slowly they'd swirl with the ranchers and the wranglers
While the piano played on into the night
They'd be kickin' their skirts past the worry raw hiders
Purty painted ladies I miss you tonight
Well I told the old timer that they'd all moved on years ago
No more purty Lil no more Buffalo Sal
But he said son some nights I can see 'em
A singin' and a dancin' at the end of the trail
[CHORUS]
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Re: Chris Ledoux - Tekstovi pesama
"Willy The Wandering Gypsy"
Three fingers whiskey pleasures a drinker
But moving does more than that drinking for me
Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers say moving's the closest thing to being free
He rosined his riggin he laid back his wages he's dead cert on ridin' the big rodeos
My woman's tight with an overdue baby and Willy keeps yelling hey big boy let's go
Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther ready rolled from the same makins as me
And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
Ladies we surely will take up your pleasures
But I've got to worn you there never will be
A single soul living can put brand or handle on Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
Well they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
They swarm it ain't loose herd like the wild buffalos
Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles and tellin' us stuff that we already know
Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther...
I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
Three fingers whiskey pleasures a drinker
But moving does more than that drinking for me
Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers say moving's the closest thing to being free
He rosined his riggin he laid back his wages he's dead cert on ridin' the big rodeos
My woman's tight with an overdue baby and Willy keeps yelling hey big boy let's go
Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther ready rolled from the same makins as me
And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
Ladies we surely will take up your pleasures
But I've got to worn you there never will be
A single soul living can put brand or handle on Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
Well they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
They swarm it ain't loose herd like the wild buffalos
Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles and tellin' us stuff that we already know
Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther...
I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
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"Cowboy In The Continental Suit"
He walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
He walked on by the rest of us if he hasn't heard
A tousand bucks went to the man who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born than the one they called the Brute
The horse that he was lookin' for was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a throughbred when he pulled a sack o'Deuce
From the inside pocket of his conetinential suit
He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standin' there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
Standin' just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck
And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called the Brute
Sat like he was born there in his continential suit
The Brute's hind end was in the air his front end on the ground
Kickin' and a squealin' tryin' to shake the stranger down
But the stranger wadn't give an inch he came to ride the Brute
And he came to ride the buckskin in a continential suit
I turned around to look at Jim and he was watchin' me
Said I don't believe the crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw the one they call the Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a continential suite
The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he'd been rode
By some city cowboy in some continential clothes
The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went
We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since
The moral of this story never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
So everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot
This sure enough bronc rider in his conetinential suit
He walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
He walked on by the rest of us if he hasn't heard
A tousand bucks went to the man who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born than the one they called the Brute
The horse that he was lookin' for was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a throughbred when he pulled a sack o'Deuce
From the inside pocket of his conetinential suit
He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standin' there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
Standin' just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck
And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called the Brute
Sat like he was born there in his continential suit
The Brute's hind end was in the air his front end on the ground
Kickin' and a squealin' tryin' to shake the stranger down
But the stranger wadn't give an inch he came to ride the Brute
And he came to ride the buckskin in a continential suit
I turned around to look at Jim and he was watchin' me
Said I don't believe the crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw the one they call the Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a continential suite
The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he'd been rode
By some city cowboy in some continential clothes
The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went
We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since
The moral of this story never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
So everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot
This sure enough bronc rider in his conetinential suit
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"Tight Levis And Yellow Ribbon"
I was born and raised in the Red Clay Hills of Texas
In the land where the grass gets only beer can tall
That's where I learned to cuss and fight and chew Brown Mule Tobacco
Fix windmills fore I was five years old
I rode every head of stock from the Gulf to Kansas City
And running wild is all I've ever known
But this cowboy's got a weakness for Tight Levis and Yellow Ribbons
And there's something bout 'em I can't leave alone
Tight Levis and Yellow Ribbons make a cowboy swim a river
That before he jumps he knows is way too wide
And they'll make him throw a saddle on a bronc he's never seen
And one he knows he'll never break to ride
I met her at a rodeo in Douglas Arizona
I'd drawn the rankest horse a man could draw
Well I rode him tall and spurred him high and when I made the whistle
The crowd went wild but she was all I saw
That night we had a beer or two with friends of mine from Dallas
She smiled and said she loved the Texas drawl
And I felt like Roy Rogers did in all those cowboy movies
Cause I became the hero got the money girl and all
Tight Levis and Yellow Ribbons...
Yeah they'll make him throw a saddle...
I was born and raised in the Red Clay Hills of Texas
In the land where the grass gets only beer can tall
That's where I learned to cuss and fight and chew Brown Mule Tobacco
Fix windmills fore I was five years old
I rode every head of stock from the Gulf to Kansas City
And running wild is all I've ever known
But this cowboy's got a weakness for Tight Levis and Yellow Ribbons
And there's something bout 'em I can't leave alone
Tight Levis and Yellow Ribbons make a cowboy swim a river
That before he jumps he knows is way too wide
And they'll make him throw a saddle on a bronc he's never seen
And one he knows he'll never break to ride
I met her at a rodeo in Douglas Arizona
I'd drawn the rankest horse a man could draw
Well I rode him tall and spurred him high and when I made the whistle
The crowd went wild but she was all I saw
That night we had a beer or two with friends of mine from Dallas
She smiled and said she loved the Texas drawl
And I felt like Roy Rogers did in all those cowboy movies
Cause I became the hero got the money girl and all
Tight Levis and Yellow Ribbons...
Yeah they'll make him throw a saddle...
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"I've Got To Be A Rodeo Man"
Sometimes this old road get's so damn lonesome away from home
Ain't no way in sigth head on back
Nobody knows the way it feels suffer through this living hell
Less you been on down that road yourself
Boy don't you know I ain't really a bum I was once a clean cut mothers son
And you know down deep inside I still am but this rodeo life's got it's hold on me
And there aint no way to set me free you know I've gotta be a rodeo man
Skinny old dog on the rodeo grounds scroungin' sniffin' lookin' around
In alot of ways I'm just like him
Cause I'm eating up scraps off the dinner table in a greasy cafe' til I'm able
Ride those broncs good enough to win
Boy don't you know...
Sometimes this old road get's so damn lonesome away from home
Ain't no way in sigth head on back
Nobody knows the way it feels suffer through this living hell
Less you been on down that road yourself
Boy don't you know I ain't really a bum I was once a clean cut mothers son
And you know down deep inside I still am but this rodeo life's got it's hold on me
And there aint no way to set me free you know I've gotta be a rodeo man
Skinny old dog on the rodeo grounds scroungin' sniffin' lookin' around
In alot of ways I'm just like him
Cause I'm eating up scraps off the dinner table in a greasy cafe' til I'm able
Ride those broncs good enough to win
Boy don't you know...
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