White lines go flash-in by me. As I wonder where this road will finally end. I think about the past and I'm not too sure. Just where the road began. .
You made a few bucks at a show down in Texas. You rode the train north, threw the sand and the sage. It took all you had to make entry in Denver. A cheap hotel room like a cat in a cage.
Well it's 40 below and I don't give a fuck. Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo. And it's allemande and allemande right. Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right.
When I first saw you, I didn'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.
I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'. To make money so I could live in luxury. But the life behind a desk in a building. Would be like a prison sentence to me.
He's a rodeo hand a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed. Rollin' where the urge tells him to go. And all a cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees.
I meet her in Wyoming at the Cheyenne rodeo. Just a girl in blue jeans and eighteen at the time. I remember how she cheered the day I rode a horse called Midnight.
I cut my teeth on a poker chip my daddy left layin' behind. The said he was a dealin' from the bottom but my mama said they were lyin'. So I never stay in one place long I'm just a natural born rambler.
Last night you told her, you could never hold her. 'Cause a cowboy's just got to be free. Her heart was breakin', yours was achin'. But you saddled up to follow your dreams.
His boots are old and tattered. His Stetson has seen it's better days. His hands are rough and calloused. And what's left of his hair is turning gray.
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.
Since I saw that rodeo in 1965. I had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive. I went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare. And I thought I'd take that bronc I'd drawed.
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.
Well, the sun came up this mornin'. My ain't it a beautiful day. Heard that highway callin'. Time to be on our way. . Girl, I never seen the sun shine brighter.
You know Dasher and Dancer,. . Prancer and Vixen,. . You know Comet and Cupid,. . Donner and Blitzen,. . Say, but do you recall. . That most important reindeer of all?.
Here we go round 'n round. State your case and then sit down. Tell me why you want to go. I don't love you anymore. Here you go mad again. Tell me that you're just a friend.
Love is a burning thing, it burns this fiery ring. Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire. . I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down down down and the flames grew higher.
Return to me, oh my dear I'm so lonely.. Hurry back, hurry back, oh my love I'm yours.. Return to me, for my heart wants you only.. Hurry home, hurry home, won't you please hurry home to my heart?.
RURAL ROUTE CHRIS KNIGHT. . Verse 1. I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fill. Talked to God all night, took another shot at setting me right.
Ive played every bar from here to San Antonio. Just tryin to make my mark and make it on the radio. Ive given everything to Rock and Roll except my soul.