I saw her for the first time, when the snow was falling down. And Lord, she was the cutest thing I've ever seen. Great big green eyes a flashin' ruby lips a smilin'.
How far are You? How close am I?. I know Your words are true and I don't feel them inside. Still I believe You'll never leave. So where are You now?. .
Discouraged is the word these days at homes across the range. The livestock markets down and it don't look like it's gonna change. And nobody's found a cure for what we're goin' through.
Last thing I remember, sayin' bye to yesterday. Glad to see it over, pullin' covers over my head. But what were You doin' while I dreamt the night away.
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.
I would take no for an answer. Just to know I heard You speak. And I'm wonderin' why I've never. Seen the signs they claim they see. Are the special revelations.
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.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. . Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.
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.
Standing on the edge of the dock. With the wind in our faces. Been watchin the waves roll in. And it feels like were sailing. . Now Russell chimes in.
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.
Feel the sun in my eyes, swat that clumsy fly. Woke me up from a dream about Heaven. I'm smellin' coffee downstairs, yawn a quick little prayer. And get up at a quarter to seven.
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.
heres the thing i need you to stop treating me as if im simple or naive as if i don't know nothin bout the world i understand you think you protecting me well i could use a little breathe and the respect you give a women not a girl heres the thing i appreciate all the hugs the constant caterin kisses and hugs but lately im wondering what you do it for if the reason you act all over sweet is cause you wanna keep me on a leash i have know choose but to show you the door if you if you wanna cradle me like a little girl and lock me down im not your possession im a full grown women i am not your porcelain.
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.
Here we are together. I never would have guessed it. Baby, there's a reason. And baby, there's a message. . 'Cause we've all seen the glories. And we've all heard love stories.
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.
On the surface not a ripple. Undercurrent wages war. Quiet in the sanctuary. Sin is crouching at my door, oh. . How can I be so prone to wander. So prone to leave You so prone to die.
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.