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.
Maybe it's the movies, maybe it's the books. Maybe it's the government and all the other crooks. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the parents. Maybe it's the gangs, or the colors that we're wearin'.
Rolling over the highway. Chris Foster. February 5, 2003. . Rolling over the highway Got the wind in my hair. While the sun is shining brightly down upon my face.
Oh, oh, ohh, oh. Oh, oh, ohh, oh. . I've walked through the valley. Been tossed in the storm, yeah. And all of the demons. Were comin' for more, yeah, yeah.
It begins to tell,. 'Round midnight, midnight.. I do pretty well, till after sundown,. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad;. But it really gets bad,. 'Round midnight..
Get up in the morning, im yawning,. Alarm clock woke me up. im hittin on the snooze and. im drooling. dj won't shut up. he said he got a banger, a hot song.