You need a man to get lost it. With a heart big enough to roam. No more fences for you to look through. With your heart caught in a strangle hold. I've got a love full of wide open spaces.
It's now or never,. Come hold me tight. Kiss me my darling,. Be mine tonight. . Tomorrow will be too late,. It's now or never. My love won't wait.. When I first saw you.
I'm falling free in the wind, in the wind. Free to be me in the wind, in the wind. . What would it feel like to be speeding light. And move the night and day.
It's good to hear your voice after all this time. I've been told I'm hard to find. It's raining here but I'm keeping dry. And for me that's doing good.
The sun's goin' down on me. Thoughts of her keep haunting me. Desperation's taking hold. My hands are on the steering wheel. But my heart's back in Louisville.
Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle. Old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw. He dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next show. Till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall.
All the memories of our good time. Keep crowdin' in my mind. But I'm counting on the bad times. To help me leave you behind. . Even though I said it's over.
When I was just a very young lad. I walked up and I told my dad. A bareback rider's what I wanna be. I want the whole world to know about me. . In the rodeo arena I'll take my stand.
I went to see the preacher. To teach me how to pray. He looked at me and smiled. Then that preacher turned away. . Said, "If you want to tell him something.
I wasn't stranded in the desert. I wasn't drifting out to sea. I was in no kind of danger. That would be the death of me. But when you took me in your arms.
RURAL ROUTE CHRIS KNIGHT. . Verse 1. I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fill. Talked to God all night, took another shot at setting me right.
He was born and raised in Oklahoma. His blood lines were white and Cherokee. His daddy owned a ranch outside of Clairmore. Where he learned to ride before the age of three.
(Tribal Chant). In the heat of the jungle, in the heat of the night.. Sat an African princess in the pale moonlight, saying go bobalua, go. baby go,. I love you, I love, you, goodnight..
I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U. At forty a month a plum good buckaroo. Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad. Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad.
I'm not waiting, I'm not waiting.. I have pictures in my troubled past,. And their shaped like broken glass.. I have memories I kept of you,. I return them with goodbyes..
I was snappin out broncs at the Old Flyin' U. At fourty a month a plum good buckaroo. Well the boss came around and he says. Hey my lad well you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad.
In the middle of the night I wake up.. In the middle of the dream I call your name.. In the middle of the dark I wake up.. Fumble for the phone when you hear it ring..
I'm gonna sit right down and cry over you. I'm gonna sit right down and cry over you. And if you say good-bye. If you ever even try. . I'm gonna sit right down and cry over you.
Well I grew up in the shadow of the Rockies in the grand old West yes sir I did. And dammed if we didn't have us a bunch of fun back when we was kids.
Got a old horse. Run loose on the farm. Like a big dog. Don't do no harm. . And I live down. A dead end track. Me and my horse. And them chickens out back.