She lives for the thunder, he lives for the rain. She was born in Manhattan, he grew up near Spokane. He found her sitting by the side of the road. Her long hair shining like that black Texas gold.
Just look at you, girl. Standin' here beside me. Starlight on your hair. Lookin' like a dream. I dreamed somewhere. . And look at me, girl. You got me actin' just like a lover.
Ten years ago on a cool, dark night. There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene but they all did agree. That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
Well I have been a cowboy dang near all my life. That good ol' cowboy music is all I'm supposed to like. But here lately I don't know what's happening.
Well I have been a cowboy, dang near all my life. That good ol' cowboy music is all I'm supposed to like. But here lately I don't know what's happening.
Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle never more. His days with the remuda, they're all done. It was long about last April, he rode into our camp. Just a little Texas stray and all alone.
In a lonely all night diner, on a rainy city street. A girl eats at the counter with a suitcase at her feet. And the waitress looks her over and she knows that she can't pay.
Well, it really has been nice bein' with you. But I'm afraid that I've got to leave. As you know I'm a rodeo cowboy. And there's a rodeo down in Mesquite.
Life's like a road that you travel on. One day here and the next day gone. Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand. Sometimes you turn your back to the wind.
Cowboys they are ladies men alright. They love 'em up and talk 'em up all night. But they're lonesome when there's nothin' else to do. That's what makes the cowboys sing the blues.
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.
I can still recall the day my uncle Chester caught religion. The Reverend took him swimmin' and the devil must have drowned. Uncle Chester he was big, he was mean and even vicious.
Cowboy, you're like a Mustang driftin' with the wind. Riding clear of fences that might close you in. Your wild, restless spirit keeps you searchin' for higher ground.
Caravan of yellow wire. And crawling across the plains. Rolling along in a single file. Like a slow moving train. . It rumbled down out of the mist. Into the early morning light.
There's no more waiting. Holding out for love. You are my Godsend. That I have been forever dreaming of. My angel from above. . Heaven knows. I'm head over heels and it shows.
Look at me. And tell me what you want is what you see. And hold me close. And make it feel like you won't ever let me go. . You give me some kind of sign.
For so long I searched in desperation. For one love that would always be true. And I came close but there were always complications. I finally decided there was nothing I could do.
I saw it in her eyes when I was sayin', "Goodbye". That girl, she ain't gonna be alright. 'Cause I could tell that she'd be goin' through a livin' hell.
Flip flops and bottle tops strewn across his hotel room. What a night, what a party what a place, Cancun. Got your pretty little head on my sun burnt chest.
On that very first day, the Lord sat down. And saw fit to say let there be light!. So He could tell the day time from the night.. And then He spoke again and we felt the wind.