Souped up, jacked up, turn it up, feel the love. Trucker hat, western snap, Wrangler jeans, skoal ring. In a field, on a boat, on a farm, on a goat. Ride 'em, hide 'em, hometown, homegrown.
Cheer up, little darling. Don't be so sad. There's a time and a place for. The blues you have had. . Hold what you got, babe. Never give in. It feels like a tight spot.
On the mountain, your hair grows. Through the winter and deep snows. . And it's reminiscent of. A storm unwoven. So undeserving of. Your Colorado love.
(This is for all you sophisticated ladies out there). . She grew up in the city in a little subdivision. Her daddy wore a tie. Mama never fried a chicken.
I am looking for compression. I have come to raise the dead. I aint coming for forgivenss. I am not praying for my sins. I betrayed you my sweet Jesus.
A pressed shirt, you tuck it in. You tie your tie, and tie it again. I put a little curl in my hair. . Pink on my cheeks barely there. . A proper skirt, hits at the knee.
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride. Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side. Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times.
A bright array of city lights as far as I can see. The great white way shines through the night for lonely guys like me. The cabaretes and honky tonks their flashing signs invite.
I was born a country girl; I will die a country girl. My world is made of blue skies and sunshine. Green fields and butterflies. I'm so glad I'm a country girl.
A TRUE COUNTRY GENT CHET WAS ONE OF A KIND. HE FOUND A LONG TIME AGO WHAT WE'RE ALL STILL TRYING TO FIND. HE WAS THE MAN A SIX STRING SUPER STAR. EVERYBODY'S MISTER GUITAR.