Well, I'm just a workin' man's dollar. In the pocket of his old blue jeans. I ain't like my Wall Street brother. He's in a bank so shiny and clean. . Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled.
When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man. Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can. He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell of a hand.
Three fingers whiskey pleasures a drinker. But moving does more than that drinking for me. Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers say moving's the closest thing to being free.
A bunch of old cowboys are making their noise. At the rodeos across the land. They're all over forty but let me tell you Lordy. They're still tough rodeo hands.
I've been workin' all week long out in the saddle. I lay my bed roll down at night out on the range. Cursin' dust and heat and the flies and cattle. All this romance can drive a poor cowboy insane.
There's lots of pretty cowgirls but this you may not know. There's a very special kind at every rodeo. Her husband is a cowboy she's his greatest fan.
When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well. There's fame and there's fortune. And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail.
Most of the time, things are pretty sublime. In this little one horse town. Well, they close all the stores and they roll up the streets. When the evening sun goes down.
Talk is so cheap anybody can say. They're gonna give you endless love. Then turn their back and just walk away. When the going gets a little rough. . But when I took your hand.
Well, I spent half my life out on the highway. Chasin' rodeos through every little town. In an old pickup truck with a little cowboy luck. Well, I never thought I'd ever settle down.
The Nashville friends, they think I'm strange. To make my home out on the range. They think it's nothin' but a God forsaken land. Why don't you bring your guitar and family, move on down to Tennessee.
One shot from a lawman's gun. My father paid for the things he done. Mama got old when she was 31. I was born alone, I'm William's son. . Back and forth to the foster homes.
(Gordon Kennedy/Wayne Kirkpatrick). . I say black, you say white. I say day, you call it a night. What's wrong with this scene. What does this mean. .
(Gordon Kennedy). . The very air that surrounds her. A breath you can't live without. Can't think straight since you found her. What's this creature about.
She caught me on the back porch once again. In the middle of a fight, we both knew I couldn't win. Then she came up from behind and took my glass. And she said, "Hold me instead and soon the urge will pass".
Well, you can have the truck and the stuff. Baby, you can have the house. Yeah, you and your lawyer and your new boyfriend. Can all sort it out. . Whats left of my pride and these two wheels are all I need.
I heard the door slam and I couldn't tell. Was it just the wind or was she mad again?. Ah hell, she's gettin' in her car. . I hollered, Baby is there somethin' wrong?.
Day 1, I stumbled through 'Hello' on 5th Avenue. Day 2, we grabbed a bite to eat and talked all afternoon. We caught a movie on day 14. And day 67 she said 'I love you' to me.
It's all the same. Only the names changed. And everyday. It seems we're wastin' away. . Another place. Where the faces are so cold. I drive all night.