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"Cowboys Ain't Easy To Love"
I know I hurt you but I never meant to
It's you that I'm fondest of
I know you need me but I must be free
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somethings that I do, I know don't please you
My ways are rowdy and rough
Don't try to change me, you can't rearrange me
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
The bright lights may blind me and sometimes I can't see
Just how much I need your love
Lord it ain't easy but I'd die if you leave me
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
I know I hurt you but I never meant to
It's you that I'm fondest of
I know you need me but I must be free
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somethings that I do, I know don't please you
My ways are rowdy and rough
Don't try to change me, you can't rearrange me
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
The bright lights may blind me and sometimes I can't see
Just how much I need your love
Lord it ain't easy but I'd die if you leave me
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Somewhere tonight in the rain and the wind
I'll be searching for something and dreaming again
Chasin' a rainbow that has no end
Cowboys ain't easy to love
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"Silence On The Line"
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
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
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"Weekend Country Cowboy"
He works down at the factory
'Til that Friday whistle blows
It's time to change the music
Like his workin' clothes
And leather boots and Levis
And a practice southern drawl
He's headed to a honky-tonk
He's gonna have a bawl
[CHORUS:]
Weekend country cowboy
Out to find a faded rose
And waltz around the dance floor
Before the bar rooms close
In the neon moonlight
On a smokey hardwood range
The weekend country cowboys
In the saddle once again
He looks those angels over
With his best Merle Haggard stare
He knows that heavens waitin'
Under Dolly Parton hair
So to those Texas fiddles
And let the music start
For all you nine to fivers
With some cowboy in your heart
[CHORUS]
He's just a
[CHORUS to fade]
He works down at the factory
'Til that Friday whistle blows
It's time to change the music
Like his workin' clothes
And leather boots and Levis
And a practice southern drawl
He's headed to a honky-tonk
He's gonna have a bawl
[CHORUS:]
Weekend country cowboy
Out to find a faded rose
And waltz around the dance floor
Before the bar rooms close
In the neon moonlight
On a smokey hardwood range
The weekend country cowboys
In the saddle once again
He looks those angels over
With his best Merle Haggard stare
He knows that heavens waitin'
Under Dolly Parton hair
So to those Texas fiddles
And let the music start
For all you nine to fivers
With some cowboy in your heart
[CHORUS]
He's just a
[CHORUS to fade]
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"Bars Shouldn't Have Mirrors"
Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle
Old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw
He dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next show
Till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall
There's a weathered old face like leather its aged
With scars you can trace that run down to his soul
The mirror can't hide what the drinks will disguise
There's a rodeo cowboy that's gettin' too old
Bars shouldn't have mirrors who wants to see the real thing
Bars shouldn't have mirrors is that cowboy I'm lookin' at there really me
But he'll tell all his stories live over past glories
Will the whisky will make him a winner again
But every drink that is raised he'll see his face
Cause the bottles just a mirror he holds in his hand
Bars shouldn't have mirrors...
Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle
Old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw
He dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next show
Till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall
There's a weathered old face like leather its aged
With scars you can trace that run down to his soul
The mirror can't hide what the drinks will disguise
There's a rodeo cowboy that's gettin' too old
Bars shouldn't have mirrors who wants to see the real thing
Bars shouldn't have mirrors is that cowboy I'm lookin' at there really me
But he'll tell all his stories live over past glories
Will the whisky will make him a winner again
But every drink that is raised he'll see his face
Cause the bottles just a mirror he holds in his hand
Bars shouldn't have mirrors...
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"Round And Round She Goes"
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
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
Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And it's the only life she knows.
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
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
Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And it's the only life she knows.
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"Tennessee Stud"
Along about eighteen twenty five I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have forded the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a riding on the Tennessee Stud
I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee stud was long and lean mean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal
Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Me and a gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee Stud
Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be
Dreaming of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue
Cause he was a dreaming of his sweetheart too
We loped right back across Arkansas
I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa
When I found that girl with the golden hair
And she was a riding on the Tennessee Mare
The Tennessee stud was long...
Stirrup to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy then forded the flood
On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little horse colt playing round the door
I love that girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare
The Tennessee stud was long...
Along about eighteen twenty five I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have forded the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a riding on the Tennessee Stud
I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee stud was long and lean mean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal
Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Me and a gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee Stud
Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be
Dreaming of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue
Cause he was a dreaming of his sweetheart too
We loped right back across Arkansas
I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa
When I found that girl with the golden hair
And she was a riding on the Tennessee Mare
The Tennessee stud was long...
Stirrup to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy then forded the flood
On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little horse colt playing round the door
I love that girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare
The Tennessee stud was long...
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"Hoka Hey, Lakota's"
Come listen while I tell you the story
Of a battle that happened years ago
Where brave men fought and died for their people
Where the waters of the Little Big Horn flow
For many years the Indian fought the White Man
I guess they knew the end was growin' near
But this time they would show the Whites forever
What it meant to be an Indian warrior
That mornin' General Custer came a marchin'
From the south with his 600 men
He planned to catch the Indians a sleepin'
He didn't know he wouldn't live to fight again
Hoka Hey, Lakotas, It's a good day to die
Sittin' Bull made medicine on the mountain
While Crazy Horse got ready for the fight
Some 2,000 braves, Sioux and Cheyenne
Prepared for their battle with the whites
The scouts for General Custer tried to warn him
To wait for soldiers comin' any day
But Custer didn't want to share the glory
He thought the Indians might just get away
At noon Custer gave his final order
And the're beneath that blue Montana sky
From outa nowhere came the hordes of Redmen
And as they charged he heard their battle cry
Hoka Hey, Lakotas, It's a good day to die
The quiet of the day had now been shattered
The air filled with arrows, smoke and lead
The bloody battle lasted just one hour
Custer and his soldiers all lay dead
Now the wind still blows across the prairie
The seasons they come and they go
But this the Redman's Day of Glory
We will all remember ever more
Yes we recall that famous day of glory
The Battle of the Little Big Horn
Hoka Hey, Lakotas, It's a good day to die
Come listen while I tell you the story
Of a battle that happened years ago
Where brave men fought and died for their people
Where the waters of the Little Big Horn flow
For many years the Indian fought the White Man
I guess they knew the end was growin' near
But this time they would show the Whites forever
What it meant to be an Indian warrior
That mornin' General Custer came a marchin'
From the south with his 600 men
He planned to catch the Indians a sleepin'
He didn't know he wouldn't live to fight again
Hoka Hey, Lakotas, It's a good day to die
Sittin' Bull made medicine on the mountain
While Crazy Horse got ready for the fight
Some 2,000 braves, Sioux and Cheyenne
Prepared for their battle with the whites
The scouts for General Custer tried to warn him
To wait for soldiers comin' any day
But Custer didn't want to share the glory
He thought the Indians might just get away
At noon Custer gave his final order
And the're beneath that blue Montana sky
From outa nowhere came the hordes of Redmen
And as they charged he heard their battle cry
Hoka Hey, Lakotas, It's a good day to die
The quiet of the day had now been shattered
The air filled with arrows, smoke and lead
The bloody battle lasted just one hour
Custer and his soldiers all lay dead
Now the wind still blows across the prairie
The seasons they come and they go
But this the Redman's Day of Glory
We will all remember ever more
Yes we recall that famous day of glory
The Battle of the Little Big Horn
Hoka Hey, Lakotas, It's a good day to die
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"The Blizzard"
There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home
For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand
Listen to that Norther sigh if we don't get home we'll die
But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann only seven miles to Mary Ann
You can bet we're on her mind cause it's nearly suppertime
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like their froze there's a numbness in my toes
But there's only five more miles to Mary Ann only five more miles to Mary Ann
That wind's howlin' and it seems Mighty like a woman's screams
We best be movin' faster if we can
Dan just think about that barn with that hay so soft an warm
It's only three more miles to Mary Ann it's only three more miles to Mary Ann
Dan get up you ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us
Well I'm so weary but I'll help ya if I can
Well all right Dan perhaps it's best that we stop a while and rest
We're still a hundred yards from Mary Ann it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann
Well late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
Well he'd a made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan
Yes they found him there on the plains with his hands froze to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann
There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home
For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand
Listen to that Norther sigh if we don't get home we'll die
But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann only seven miles to Mary Ann
You can bet we're on her mind cause it's nearly suppertime
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like their froze there's a numbness in my toes
But there's only five more miles to Mary Ann only five more miles to Mary Ann
That wind's howlin' and it seems Mighty like a woman's screams
We best be movin' faster if we can
Dan just think about that barn with that hay so soft an warm
It's only three more miles to Mary Ann it's only three more miles to Mary Ann
Dan get up you ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us
Well I'm so weary but I'll help ya if I can
Well all right Dan perhaps it's best that we stop a while and rest
We're still a hundred yards from Mary Ann it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann
Well late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
Well he'd a made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan
Yes they found him there on the plains with his hands froze to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann
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"The Old Timer"
I saw the old timer as he stepped in the tavern
His faded old Sterson had seen better years
He limped to the bar and he sat down beside me
Layed out his dollar and bought him a beer.
He siped from the bottle, and he told me the stories
How he used to ride in days long ago
In his eyes I could see he was livin' old memories
Ridin' the broncs at the old rodeos.
[CHORUS:]
And he dreams of the days that are now gone forever
The scars on his body is all he can show
For the life time he lived riding' wild horses
But he's just an old timer that nobody knows.
Then he hung his grey head, and the tears started flowin'
He said, son, it was great, but it ended too soon
No I'm just an old man with bothin' but memories
Drinkin' my beer in this back street saloon
He spoke of a woman, and she was a beauty
Her love was as true as the stars in the sky
And oh how he wished he'd quit all his ramblin'
Bought her a diamond and made her his wife
[CHORUS]
I saw the old timer as he stepped in the tavern
His faded old Sterson had seen better years
He limped to the bar and he sat down beside me
Layed out his dollar and bought him a beer.
He siped from the bottle, and he told me the stories
How he used to ride in days long ago
In his eyes I could see he was livin' old memories
Ridin' the broncs at the old rodeos.
[CHORUS:]
And he dreams of the days that are now gone forever
The scars on his body is all he can show
For the life time he lived riding' wild horses
But he's just an old timer that nobody knows.
Then he hung his grey head, and the tears started flowin'
He said, son, it was great, but it ended too soon
No I'm just an old man with bothin' but memories
Drinkin' my beer in this back street saloon
He spoke of a woman, and she was a beauty
Her love was as true as the stars in the sky
And oh how he wished he'd quit all his ramblin'
Bought her a diamond and made her his wife
[CHORUS]
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"Raised By The Railroad Line"
The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high-speed hum of a passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
The sound of a whistle at the crossin' road
And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flatcar load
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
And the big round penny that you lay on the rails and the wheels mash flat
And a glimpse of the faces of the ladies
And the picture of the men in the engineer's hat
And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
He's a part of the past never quite turns loose
It's a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high-speed hum of a passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
And the big round penny...
The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high-speed hum of a passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
The sound of a whistle at the crossin' road
And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flatcar load
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
And the big round penny that you lay on the rails and the wheels mash flat
And a glimpse of the faces of the ladies
And the picture of the men in the engineer's hat
And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
He's a part of the past never quite turns loose
It's a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high-speed hum of a passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
And the big round penny...
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"Let The Leather Crack"
There's years and roads and friends he'll never see again
He'll never hit that dust and feel them busty bones again
There won't be no more ladies shinin' buckles dancin' slow
When he packs his riggin one last time quits this rodeo
[CHORUS:]
And it's good-bye for good this time
He's gonna let that leather crack just like the past he's left behind
Growin' old Lord don't you know it's just a waste of time
He's quit rodeo before and he's come back again
Cause there's something in the ridin' makes the fallin' worth the pain
There's a pride in knowin' that you can take a chance
But its sadder when you finally find its never gonna last
[CHORUS]
So I guess he'll work some stable sweatin' hired out
To some young fool that ain't seen half the past he's leavin' now
That feller will watch him work just like he thinks he's half a man
And he'll spend his evenings dreamin' he could ride them bulls again
[CHORUS]
There's years and roads and friends he'll never see again
He'll never hit that dust and feel them busty bones again
There won't be no more ladies shinin' buckles dancin' slow
When he packs his riggin one last time quits this rodeo
[CHORUS:]
And it's good-bye for good this time
He's gonna let that leather crack just like the past he's left behind
Growin' old Lord don't you know it's just a waste of time
He's quit rodeo before and he's come back again
Cause there's something in the ridin' makes the fallin' worth the pain
There's a pride in knowin' that you can take a chance
But its sadder when you finally find its never gonna last
[CHORUS]
So I guess he'll work some stable sweatin' hired out
To some young fool that ain't seen half the past he's leavin' now
That feller will watch him work just like he thinks he's half a man
And he'll spend his evenings dreamin' he could ride them bulls again
[CHORUS]
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Re: Chris Ledoux - Tekstovi pesama
"Chisum"
The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage
that they wrapped around the stitches in my side
These old country doctors have come to expect it
from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride
Now starin' at the ceiling I'm trying to get my senses
but I can't recall too much of yesterday
except for some cussin' at that bull we call chisum
as they turned us out of chute number 3
[CHORUS 1:]
Chisum, Chisum you're a big bad son of a gun
Your hide is tough and it's been scarred
Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung
Chisum you're the only reason that I keep on riding
And I'll ride you before my ridin's done
Someone's brought in the paper and I'm starin' unbelievin'
At the story that's laid out before my eyes
It talks about you chisum how they brought you up from Texas
And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride
It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together
And it talks about your horn in my side
But it's goin' on to say how they had to put you away
But it don't tell about these tears in my eyes
[CHORUS 2:]
Chisum Chisum I love you you son of a gun
Your hide was tough and it was scarred
Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung
Chisum I tell you my ridin' days are done
cause after you theres nothing left to ride
[CHORUS 2]
The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage
that they wrapped around the stitches in my side
These old country doctors have come to expect it
from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride
Now starin' at the ceiling I'm trying to get my senses
but I can't recall too much of yesterday
except for some cussin' at that bull we call chisum
as they turned us out of chute number 3
[CHORUS 1:]
Chisum, Chisum you're a big bad son of a gun
Your hide is tough and it's been scarred
Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung
Chisum you're the only reason that I keep on riding
And I'll ride you before my ridin's done
Someone's brought in the paper and I'm starin' unbelievin'
At the story that's laid out before my eyes
It talks about you chisum how they brought you up from Texas
And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride
It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together
And it talks about your horn in my side
But it's goin' on to say how they had to put you away
But it don't tell about these tears in my eyes
[CHORUS 2:]
Chisum Chisum I love you you son of a gun
Your hide was tough and it was scarred
Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung
Chisum I tell you my ridin' days are done
cause after you theres nothing left to ride
[CHORUS 2]
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"Paint Me Back Home In Wyoming"
She was painting a picture of slum life when the cowboy came limping by
Wearing tattered old boots with one sole gone and a far away look in his eye
Well he watched for a while as she painted and then he said mama you surely paint well
Yes you got all this on your canvas the dirt the squalor and the hell
Well she asked to paint him in the setting ah but he shook his head slowly and low
He said naw I wont fit your picture unless you can paint be back home
Can you paint me back home in Wyoming riding free neath the big sky above
Free as the wind on the prairie out in the hills that I love
I long to get back to Wyoming and I've hoped all these years that I can
Please paint me back home on your canvas paint me back in Wyoming again
Well I never claimed this festered city
You know I was raised on a ranch out in the west
I spent my young years bustin' horses and boy they said I could ride with the best
So I came here to Madison Square Garden to ride in the big rodeo
Ah but I got stepped on and all crippled up and chute bronc bustin' is all I know
Ah boy if I could just get back to Wyoming I wouldn't feel so alone
Ah but the pain is too much for the roamin' so please can you paint me back home
Can you paint me back home in Wyoming...
She was painting a picture of slum life when the cowboy came limping by
Wearing tattered old boots with one sole gone and a far away look in his eye
Well he watched for a while as she painted and then he said mama you surely paint well
Yes you got all this on your canvas the dirt the squalor and the hell
Well she asked to paint him in the setting ah but he shook his head slowly and low
He said naw I wont fit your picture unless you can paint be back home
Can you paint me back home in Wyoming riding free neath the big sky above
Free as the wind on the prairie out in the hills that I love
I long to get back to Wyoming and I've hoped all these years that I can
Please paint me back home on your canvas paint me back in Wyoming again
Well I never claimed this festered city
You know I was raised on a ranch out in the west
I spent my young years bustin' horses and boy they said I could ride with the best
So I came here to Madison Square Garden to ride in the big rodeo
Ah but I got stepped on and all crippled up and chute bronc bustin' is all I know
Ah boy if I could just get back to Wyoming I wouldn't feel so alone
Ah but the pain is too much for the roamin' so please can you paint me back home
Can you paint me back home in Wyoming...
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"Ain't Had Time To Go Home"
Well a bronc bucked me off up in Cheyenne Wyoming I broke me a couple of bones
My wife up an left me it must be an omen my destiny's being alone
I've been thinkin' of mama out a workin' the yard so I gave her a call on the phone
But I told her I've just been workin' so hard I just ain't had time to go home
Well I've seen Atlanta and I've seen LA and I've rode neath the big Astro Dome
And old Calgary seen a whole lot of me but I just ain't had time to go home
All daddy left was the watch that he carried the pocketknife he used to use
But a pawnshop in Vegas and the woman I married left me with nothin to lose
But I keep on a dreamin' bout a Cadillac car parked by my two story home
And in my dreams I'm a big rodeo star and mama knows I'm commin' home
Well I've seen Atlanta...
Well a bronc bucked me off up in Cheyenne Wyoming I broke me a couple of bones
My wife up an left me it must be an omen my destiny's being alone
I've been thinkin' of mama out a workin' the yard so I gave her a call on the phone
But I told her I've just been workin' so hard I just ain't had time to go home
Well I've seen Atlanta and I've seen LA and I've rode neath the big Astro Dome
And old Calgary seen a whole lot of me but I just ain't had time to go home
All daddy left was the watch that he carried the pocketknife he used to use
But a pawnshop in Vegas and the woman I married left me with nothin to lose
But I keep on a dreamin' bout a Cadillac car parked by my two story home
And in my dreams I'm a big rodeo star and mama knows I'm commin' home
Well I've seen Atlanta...
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Re: Chris Ledoux - Tekstovi pesama
"Cowcamp Blues"
The moon is shinnin' down through the pines
And it spreads its light across the mountain side
And I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everythings alright
Well I'm up on this mountain and you're there in town
Sleepin' in your feather bed and I'm layin' on the ground
I never knew that I could feel so lost and all alone
And singin' such a lonesome cowboy song
Well I'm just a cowboy I'm workin' all day long
At night I eat my beef and beans and then I sing this song
Yes I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everthing's all right
Well I'm up on this mountain...
Now them calves are bawlin' and I can't get no rest
That cold wind's a blowin' and I'm freezin' half to death
Yes I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everthing's all right
Well I'm up on this mountain...
It won't be long now and I'll be comin' down
And I better not find any rednecks hangin' round
Yes I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everthing's all right
Well I'm up on this mountain...
The moon is shinnin' down through the pines
And it spreads its light across the mountain side
And I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everythings alright
Well I'm up on this mountain and you're there in town
Sleepin' in your feather bed and I'm layin' on the ground
I never knew that I could feel so lost and all alone
And singin' such a lonesome cowboy song
Well I'm just a cowboy I'm workin' all day long
At night I eat my beef and beans and then I sing this song
Yes I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everthing's all right
Well I'm up on this mountain...
Now them calves are bawlin' and I can't get no rest
That cold wind's a blowin' and I'm freezin' half to death
Yes I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everthing's all right
Well I'm up on this mountain...
It won't be long now and I'll be comin' down
And I better not find any rednecks hangin' round
Yes I wonder what you're doin' tonight
Yes I wonder what you're doin' and I wonder if everthing's all right
Well I'm up on this mountain...
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Re: Chris Ledoux - Tekstovi pesama
"Lean Mean And Hungry"
Well I'm lean mean and hungry rude crude and dirty
The most folks that see me goin' down the road
I'm a bum and I'm lazy some think I'm crazy
But I'm just a cowboy tryin' to take that money home
Well I've been rodeoin' goin' and a blowin'
Up and down this highway searchin' for a dream
Someday I'll settle down right now I'm rambin' round
Cause I'm just a cowboy and that's all I wanna be
I ride for my wages to put food on the table
I gotta feed my family waitin' there at home
Oh you know I hate to leave 'em but Lord I need my freedom
But you know it won't be long till I'm comin' home
I ride for my wages...
I ride for my wages...
Well I'm lean mean and hungry rude crude and dirty
The most folks that see me goin' down the road
I'm a bum and I'm lazy some think I'm crazy
But I'm just a cowboy tryin' to take that money home
Well I've been rodeoin' goin' and a blowin'
Up and down this highway searchin' for a dream
Someday I'll settle down right now I'm rambin' round
Cause I'm just a cowboy and that's all I wanna be
I ride for my wages to put food on the table
I gotta feed my family waitin' there at home
Oh you know I hate to leave 'em but Lord I need my freedom
But you know it won't be long till I'm comin' home
I ride for my wages...
I ride for my wages...
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Re: Chris Ledoux - Tekstovi pesama
"Six Bucks A Day"
I've been ramblin' out Montana way
Tryin' to live on a cow punchers pay
Been changin' them dams in the new summer hay
Irrigating alfalfa for six bucks a day
I'll tell you my story I'd be on my way
But the savings are slow to come on six bucks a day
Out here in the fields while the water runs down
With the sun high above me and the sky all around
I'm dreamin' my dreams of the Canada line
And the places I'd go if the money was mine
I'll tell you my story...
Come Saturday night well you draw out some pay
Then you go into town just to throw it away
And when the end of the month comes rolling your way
Well you ain't got much left on six bucks a day
I'll tell you my story...
Now if I drew out my time and I paid off my debts
I couldn't get to Great Falls on what I have left
But I've got me no choice when them diesel horns blow
Come a wind from the highway I got to pack up and go
Yeah money or none at all they can't hold me this way
For my blankets are rolled and tied and I'm leavin' today
I've been ramblin' out Montana way
Tryin' to live on a cow punchers pay
Been changin' them dams in the new summer hay
Irrigating alfalfa for six bucks a day
I'll tell you my story I'd be on my way
But the savings are slow to come on six bucks a day
Out here in the fields while the water runs down
With the sun high above me and the sky all around
I'm dreamin' my dreams of the Canada line
And the places I'd go if the money was mine
I'll tell you my story...
Come Saturday night well you draw out some pay
Then you go into town just to throw it away
And when the end of the month comes rolling your way
Well you ain't got much left on six bucks a day
I'll tell you my story...
Now if I drew out my time and I paid off my debts
I couldn't get to Great Falls on what I have left
But I've got me no choice when them diesel horns blow
Come a wind from the highway I got to pack up and go
Yeah money or none at all they can't hold me this way
For my blankets are rolled and tied and I'm leavin' today
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"Getting By A Quarter At A Time"
She's not a kid anymore she can hide her age in these dim lights
Waitin' tables in this bar ain't what she's lookin' for
The short years fly by but oh the long long nights
A bar tends to make a woman hard
Read a story in the lines beneath her eyes
As tips hit the table they jingle and they jangle
Get her by a quarter at a time
She's getting by a quarter at a time a diamond in the rough has lost her shine
Slingin' drinks at least will pay the rent again get her by a quarter at a time
Another man stands up to leave she's always been left behind
The change she's waitin' for keeps walkin' out the door
But her quarters are sliver lined she's danced to everybody's tune
But gettin' stepped on don't make her cry
But after work the jukebox brings a little tear drop
The memories cost a quarter at a time
She's getting by a quarter...
She's not a kid anymore she can hide her age in these dim lights
Waitin' tables in this bar ain't what she's lookin' for
The short years fly by but oh the long long nights
A bar tends to make a woman hard
Read a story in the lines beneath her eyes
As tips hit the table they jingle and they jangle
Get her by a quarter at a time
She's getting by a quarter at a time a diamond in the rough has lost her shine
Slingin' drinks at least will pay the rent again get her by a quarter at a time
Another man stands up to leave she's always been left behind
The change she's waitin' for keeps walkin' out the door
But her quarters are sliver lined she's danced to everybody's tune
But gettin' stepped on don't make her cry
But after work the jukebox brings a little tear drop
The memories cost a quarter at a time
She's getting by a quarter...
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"Night Rider's Lament"
While I was out a ridin' the grave yard shift midnight till dawn
The moon was bright as a readin' light for a letter from an old friend back home
And he asked me why do you ride for your money and why do you rope for short pay
You ain't a gettin' nowhere and you're losin' your share
Boy you must have gone crazy out there
He said last night he runnin' to Jenny she's married and has a good life
And boy you sure missed the track when you never come back
She's the perfect professional's wife
And she asked him why does he ride for his money
And tell me why does he rope for short pay
He ain't a gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share
Well he must've gone crazy out there
Ah but they've never seen the Northern Lights
They ain't never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole camp cookie sing
Well I read up the last of my letter and tore off the stamp for black Jim
And when Billy rode up to relieve me he just looked at my letter and grinned
He said you know I wonder why do they ride for their money
Tell me why do they ride for short pay
They ain't a gettin' nowhere and they're loosin' their share
Son, they all must be crazy out there
They ain't never seen the Northern Lights
They ain't never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole camp cookie sing
While I was out a ridin' the grave yard shift midnight till dawn
The moon was bright as a readin' light for a letter from an old friend back home
And he asked me why do you ride for your money and why do you rope for short pay
You ain't a gettin' nowhere and you're losin' your share
Boy you must have gone crazy out there
He said last night he runnin' to Jenny she's married and has a good life
And boy you sure missed the track when you never come back
She's the perfect professional's wife
And she asked him why does he ride for his money
And tell me why does he rope for short pay
He ain't a gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share
Well he must've gone crazy out there
Ah but they've never seen the Northern Lights
They ain't never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole camp cookie sing
Well I read up the last of my letter and tore off the stamp for black Jim
And when Billy rode up to relieve me he just looked at my letter and grinned
He said you know I wonder why do they ride for their money
Tell me why do they ride for short pay
They ain't a gettin' nowhere and they're loosin' their share
Son, they all must be crazy out there
They ain't never seen the Northern Lights
They ain't never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole camp cookie sing
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"Hippies In Calgary"
A few years back when me and old John worked the Calgary rodeo
We were hangin' 'round town with nothin' to do and nowhere else to go
The 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.
Now, just down the hall in the old 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 and took off our boots and boogied down the hall.
Well, you could never tell we were cowboys - we were real lookin' hippies by heck
With long hair, bare feet and old T-shirts and beads around our neck
Well, 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 evenin' gowns.
Well, we found us a table and pulled up a chair
And lit up them Bull Durham smokes
Smoke filled the air - everyone there thought these hippies were smokin' dope
Now, Leonard McCray and old Ronnie Rosin was sittin' two tables away
So we did what we thought that hippies would do
When we noticed 'em lookin' out way.
We'd wave our long hair and roll back our eyes
And suck on them homemade smokes
Say stuff like 'cool' and 'ya, man, wow' - we put one heck of a show
Now Ronnie and Leonard - they'd been there awhile
So they weren't feelin' much pain
And I reckon they figured they'd have 'em some fun
With these two hippie freaks that walked in.
Well, the bar got deadly quiet and these cowboys come strollin' our way
These city folks knew it wouldn't be long 'til the battle got underway
Now Ronnie, he came right over to me
And he locked me square in the eye
Said, "Hey there, boy, what's that stuff your 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 Brahma bull
And frothed and foamed at the mouth
Just about then I looked at old John
And his face had turned to beet red
'Cause Leonard had grabbed him right by the throat
With plans to tear off his head
Well, Ronnie reached out with a huge left hand
And grabbed a hold of my hair
With his right fist cocked, he said
"Now, boy, you'd better start sayin' your prayers."
He gave a yank and my wig came off and lay limp there across his hand
A more stupified look I've ever seen on the face of any man.
Well, he dropped the think like a poisonous snake
And stared at it there on the floor
And he looked up at me and saw who I was
And laughed and gave out a roar
Well, this story doesn't have any moral
It was just one mighty good gag
But I sigh with relief Ronnie didn't swing first
Before he pulled off my wig.
A few years back when me and old John worked the Calgary rodeo
We were hangin' 'round town with nothin' to do and nowhere else to go
The 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.
Now, just down the hall in the old 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 and took off our boots and boogied down the hall.
Well, you could never tell we were cowboys - we were real lookin' hippies by heck
With long hair, bare feet and old T-shirts and beads around our neck
Well, 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 evenin' gowns.
Well, we found us a table and pulled up a chair
And lit up them Bull Durham smokes
Smoke filled the air - everyone there thought these hippies were smokin' dope
Now, Leonard McCray and old Ronnie Rosin was sittin' two tables away
So we did what we thought that hippies would do
When we noticed 'em lookin' out way.
We'd wave our long hair and roll back our eyes
And suck on them homemade smokes
Say stuff like 'cool' and 'ya, man, wow' - we put one heck of a show
Now Ronnie and Leonard - they'd been there awhile
So they weren't feelin' much pain
And I reckon they figured they'd have 'em some fun
With these two hippie freaks that walked in.
Well, the bar got deadly quiet and these cowboys come strollin' our way
These city folks knew it wouldn't be long 'til the battle got underway
Now Ronnie, he came right over to me
And he locked me square in the eye
Said, "Hey there, boy, what's that stuff your 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 Brahma bull
And frothed and foamed at the mouth
Just about then I looked at old John
And his face had turned to beet red
'Cause Leonard had grabbed him right by the throat
With plans to tear off his head
Well, Ronnie reached out with a huge left hand
And grabbed a hold of my hair
With his right fist cocked, he said
"Now, boy, you'd better start sayin' your prayers."
He gave a yank and my wig came off and lay limp there across his hand
A more stupified look I've ever seen on the face of any man.
Well, he dropped the think like a poisonous snake
And stared at it there on the floor
And he looked up at me and saw who I was
And laughed and gave out a roar
Well, this story doesn't have any moral
It was just one mighty good gag
But I sigh with relief Ronnie didn't swing first
Before he pulled off my wig.
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