Every time the end of the month. Finally rolls our way. We've got just enough money honey. To see that the bills get paid. . But this time we've got an extra hundred dollars.
Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon. Gonna make our dreams come true. Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope. Life is sweet, we lived on the meat of the deer and the antelope.
Under the sun there are many pretty things.. You talk of love and the happiness it brings.. You took my heart, you took my heart from me.. Under the sky there are many pretty girls..
When the rodeo was over. We're all go to the room. We're drink some beer, relax awhile. And sing some cowboy tunes. . That old guitar we passed around.
Think of all the things we've done and now. You've decided I'm not the one. A love like ours just can't go on. Run away baby have your fun but. . I, I, I, I, don't want to hurt you I don't want to see you cry.
Gather round boys and a tale I will tell about Joade the rodeo clown. This happy feller keep the cowboys together after they hit the ground. He once was a fighter and a saddle bronc rider and all around hell of a hand.
You don't lie awake at night like I do. 'Cause you don't feel the way I do about you. You don't know how much this whole thing hurts me. . 'Cause you don't cry.
White shirts and neckties the way that my check flies. Are part of what's wrong with my soul. Risin' expenses and all kinds of fences keep me from where I'd like to go.
Yellow bird, up high in banana tree.. Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me.. . Did your lady friend leave the nest again?. That is very sad, makes me feel so bad..
Written by: Chris Isaak. Little girl standing, and I'm so alone,. Little girl whispers, stranger come home.. Sad little eyes, so much to say,. Oh what a game, little girls play, and it must be..
I walked behind the chute, strapped my spurs to my boots. At that Big Rodeo in Cheyenne. Feelin' tired and sore for a ride the day before. And a thousand other rides since I began.
I don't have anything I gotta do all day. Lie in bed and watch tv. I don't have anything that I need to say. I know that you're hurting too, I know you're all alone.
The walls that surround me in this room I call my well of loneliness. Keep whispering your name with the voices hauntin' as your soft arrays. And since you've gone away I get lonelier each day.
I told you romance, this is you last chance.. Why stand and whisper, go up and take her love.. Why stand and tell her, how much you love her.. You know you want her, there be no other love..
Sometimes this old road. Gets so damn lonesome away from home. Ain't no way in sight, head on back. . Nobody knows the way it feels. Suffer through this living hell.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
There's a big bright moon above and the night's just made for love. Baby I'm ready if you're willing. Well that twinkle in your eye is a darin' me to try baby I'm ready if you're willing.
Western stars light up the sky, hear the desert wind roll by.. Tonight, tonight.. Western stars can break your heart, they keep shining when we're apart..
I'm country. Well there's a little word and it fits me to a t. I don't know how you spell it but it's country and that's me.. I laugh when I'm happy and cry when I'm blue.
When clouds appear. Things look tough. We won't give in. We won't give up. We've got tomorrow, and then tomorrow, and then tomorrow goes on and on until forever, if you say you love me, too..