At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waving a cigarette. Jealous of the drag she is nursing to be touching her lips. to be touching her lips. Concrete sweats and groans sets apart a path for steps.
I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman. Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo. I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run. I'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through.
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. A change of attitude, my temper's getting worse. I blame this not on you, it's not your fault. I know it is my own, I've grown colder.
lyrics by Corb Lund and Mike Plume, music by Corb Lund. . He's been roundin off bolts since the age of fourteen. Was that a five eighths or a nine sixteenths?.
He caught a train heading to sea-town from LA. A paper soon to be money well spent. but not enough to forgive him for what he's done. still home, he heads.
full growed porcupine dead on the road. it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load. i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer. she says she might wanna but i ain't gonna let er.
This time spent broken. Holding out for sleep. holding out for something special she says "god, we ruined special long ago". And there's gotta be something.
Goodbye Colorado, goodbye Arizon'. Goodbye Nevada, goodbye New Mexico. God bless the west and Texas yes you know I'll miss you so. But it's goodbye Colorado, boys I'm headed home.
What would I do if you asked me to choose. The lesser of these two evils. (Don't put this on me). A blade "stuck" as fitting to a word as I could figure.
well i partied with some crazy calgary cowgirls. we ripped and snorted, kicked our heels and then. two told me they got olde tyme religion. one says she'll never barrel race again.
Dear precious, I write you.. It's been a long time please spare me this emotional excess. This won't hurt a bit, just the sting of a pin prick. And out cold with your mouth shut you look so beautiful.
When sober is your new drug. I'll be that little cut festering. Beneath your clothes. do blood and tears make you feel less alone?. in the garden where you sleep.
I'm Gonna shine up my boots,. I'm gonna go into town,. I'm gonna scrape up 20 dollars,. I'm gonna throw it around. I'm gonna buy me a dance,. first lovely lady that I see,.
When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain. Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin'. Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what's that I beg your pardon.
music and lyrics by Corb Lund. . Family reunion, shes gonna be a good one. So lemme bend your ear, the clans all here for the family reunion. . Well my cowboy uncles sing cowboy songs.
music and lyrics by Corb Lund. . There's something about horses, especially a paint. Whenever I see horses it reminds me of what I ain't. . Cause I am not your lover now and I may never be.
Suéltate y ven a qui. A gozar junto a mi. Tu boca me esta llamando. Muévete para mi. Muévete siempre así. Aprieta fuerte mi mano. . Cuando estoy contigo nada nada esta prohibido.
Dig, dig, Gravedigger. Dig, Gravedigger, dig. Work that shovel with vigor, Gravedigger. Before rigor mortis sets in, dig. Dig, dig, Gravedigger. Dig, Gravedigger, dig.
Cows Around: Corb Lund-Cabin Fever. Well everything is better with some cows around. Livin in town sometimes brings me down. Let me bestow this western blessing share what I have found.
he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke. and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke. this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine.