There are songs about the heroes and the great things they have done. And the hell they went through to get this far. But this song is for the cowboy who never been a hero.
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.
Between Gallup and Shiprock, he was born in a Hogan. And his spirit was as free as an eagle flies. Deep in the canyons out in Arizona. He broke his first pony before he turned five.
A rodeo's just a rodeo after riding several years. From ol' Cheyenne to Houston, they never cause too much fear. But let me tell you about one that will chill your very soul.
Long legged. Good looking. You got everything. Slow walking. You come up. Then I notice the ring. I notice the ring. . You're talking, I'm listening,.
Let's take a drive through the old town,. Back past the place where we meet.. Some things are hard to remember,. Some things you'll never forget.. . Let's take a walk down your old street,.
Days can be lonely. Night lets you down. Wonder and wander. There's no one around. Nothing to say now, nothing to do. I can feel my heart breaking. And it's all 'cause of you.
Caught a .22 bullet in my thight one night. tryin' to break up a barroom fight. Went home dug it out with my old Case knife. . Broke down in a blizzard on the great divide.
-Have you ever taken a moment to second guess. the freemasonic order or the I R S. the Caryle group and the C.F.R.. the Bohemein Grove and others so bizarre.
I've practiced this for hours, gone round and round. And now I think that I've got it all down. And as I say it louder I love how it sounds. Cause I'm not taking the easy way out.
She left her mind in New Orleans in the passenger of a maverick. she got so drunk and got so high. she got lost in the magic. this white girl is average but you know she gonna treat you right.
Every day for a week we would try to. Feel the motion, feel the motion. Down the hill. . Every day for a week we would try to. Hear the wind rush, hear the wind rush.
Yeah, he was sitting by me at the beach front bar. He seemed pretty tore up so I bought him a beer. And we lit up a couple of Cuban cigars. . Well, a couple beers in we was gettin' profound.
Summertime drivin' fast down an old back road. Feelin' fine you've got Skynyrd on the radio. The moon is bright me and my baby gonna break new ground.
Yeah, one of these days I'm gonna write you off. Have this tattoo removed once and for all. Wake up smiling in another life. Without you taking up all the space in my mind.
Chorus. . New york city is officialy mines. war make me happy like a fag in a behind. fire ras i'm a rub u out like a line. i promise u won't survive 2000 and 9.
Chorus. . New York know I'm crazy. Dem disrespect. So kill him and him lady. Can't find the punk so stab up him little baby. I'm from di city where nigers ain't got no pity.
It's good. Isn't it grand? Isn't it great?. Isn't it swell? Isn't it fun?. Isn't it? Nowadays. . There's men. Everywhere jazz, everywhere booze. Everywhere life, everywhere joy.
I've been courted and escorted by so many men. As for fear of cold rejection, I've had none.. There were avant-garde composers,. Even 'dese and 'dem and 'dozers, it was fun!.
I see straight through your lies. There's no where left to hide. My hearts still beating. But these wounds are still bleeding. . I gave you my heart. Then lie by lie.