Chris Ledoux lyrics
Chris Ledoux lyrics
"Real Live Buckeroo Lyrics"
Sure Thing Lyrics
It's saturday night and it's a perfect night for dancin' I've had my makeup off and on all day But it's gotta be right for a night of sweet romancing And i've combed my hair
It's saturday night and it's a perfect night for dancin' I've had my makeup off and on all day But it's gotta be right for a night of sweet romancing And i've combed my hair
Well I ain't the type of cowboy that you'll see on TV
I wasn't near as pretty as Mama wanted me to be
Well I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day long
Breakin' in them broomtails and hummin' old dirty songs
Whiskey tends to make me high and sad songs make me cry
And pretty women break my heart almost every night
I wanna drive you home I wanna capture you the way you capture me Sometimes And I drive too fast ?cos I might as well be dead And I wish, I wish that you were,
Well I run on beans and nicotine I'm a real live buckeroo
And my heart's not pure and my boots ain't clean and I never tell the truth
Well if there's anything under my hat besides the cattle biz
Well I just can't seem to remember what it is
Yeah my thinkin's kinda crude but my lovin' gets plumb rank
The
Cops Of The World Lyrics
Phil Ochs Come, get out of the way, boys Quick, get out of the way You'd better watch what you say, boys Better watch what you say We've rammed in your
m girlies just don't understand me a snortin' round their flanksPhil Ochs Come, get out of the way, boys Quick, get out of the way You'd better watch what you say, boys Better watch what you say We've rammed in your
And when I take a nasty fall I'll cuss until I'm blue
Then I'll get right up and on again just like you're s'posed to do
But it ain't because I'm so brave all that stuff's just talk
My daddy says the reason is I'm dumber than a box of rocks yeah
Whiskey tends to make
Tank Park Salute Lyrics
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers Leave the light on at the top of the stairs Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky A tree taps on the window pane Thet feel
me high...Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers Leave the light on at the top of the stairs Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky A tree taps on the window pane Thet feel
This song ain't bout no Strawberry Roan or no ram page herd of steers
This is just the type of cowboy song that you probably don't like to hear
This song ain't got no message and won't feel perty in yer ear
This song is just one of them there
Well this song is just one of them there these here yeah