Rusty spurs a hangin' from a nail their on the wall. Cold winds a blowin' and the snow begins to fall. Old man a dreamin' in his rockin' chair. Thinkin' bout the days gone by wishin' he was there.
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain. Witch and John were at the beer stand gettin' sprung. But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
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.