This afternoon my partner said he needa pack the bull. Grab my little thumper just in case I had to clap a goon. So ask me if im armed yes I keep it in the arm rest.
(Bob Duncan, Jeff Durrill). . Well, they're rompin' down in Austin. And they call it "Western Swing". They even wrote a song that says. "Bob Wills is still the king".
Take me away from here, this planet is all too weird.. I've got to get out of here, release this fear,. Forever in a day.. Listen to Dr. Jones, they're coming to break your bones..
*Bulletproof Sample*. . Cyhi:. Yall know what it is. straight from the A-town. . Yeah okay. I am bullet bullet bullet bullet bullet bulletproof. I done already did what they say I couldn't do.
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis). . Did you see me at Westport Landing. On the wide Missouri shore?. Did you hear the west wind calling. In the spring of forty-four?.
I'de feel no pain, if I was so far away (far away).. I'de feel no pain, as the last train leaves its cage (leaves its cage).. I dream of a place to go, dream of a place to hide..
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog. Just me an' old Sloan (Old Sloan's my dog). We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip.
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries). She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught the young boy everything he needed to know. All about the land, and the woods and the rivers, and what had happened there even before he was born. She taught him what was good and what was bad. And most of all, the difference between right and wrong..
Is it distasteful to label the tasteful?. Or was I unstable, I cradled the hateful?. . Is it unfaithful to label the faithful?. Or is it a factor to act like an actor.
You move like a slow train, on rubber wheels. Crawl from the drain way to covet me. You lie in a doorway and softly scream. I want to be obscenity. . I am the pleasure you call pain.
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . She was mud and sand and concrete. Mixed with water made a' tears. From the rivers runnin' down the Great Divide. She was three thousand miles.
It's 5 o'clock and im staring through a figure on a razor blade.. It's time to stop when the clock has you tripping through the everglades.. When the memory chain seems too familiar,.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). One time when I's growin' up -- it was when I's a kid -- there was nothin' to do at home so I called up on a friend an' said "Let's pack us a box lunch an' go down to the Nishnabotna an' go swimmin'. An' maybe look for some toads.".
Did you ever pass through a looking glass?. Did it seem unkind to the idle mind?. Will it make a pass when you're free at last?. Fall asleep now, pray and keep what's already torn..
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Come ride with me cowboys. I'll tell you a story. Out where the whoopin' cranes fly. I'll show you the white bones.
Back door slams got it by this time. Been sitting in the corner. Staring at her monkey shrine. When hope has lost and the fire dies. . Just put it in your pocket.
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [A ghostly chorus]. Night rider. . Well, a-truckin' on the night line, quarter past five. Tryin' to get my rig an' me to 'Frisco alive.
Accidental Ornaments. These are the elements,. And this is the time we've spent.. Accidental ornaments.. You are the ornament,. And I am the accident..
(Tom McKeon, Ron Peterson). . We'd worked ourselves senseless. Been bustin' down fences. Drivin' dry cattle, no water in sight. As we sat 'round the fire.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Rollin' down the runway. Thinkin' 'bout the one-way of my life. With another cup of coffee. And another lonesome city far behind.