You talk too much, you talk too loud. and I don't like gangster funk. You ought a just go home and sleep it off. Cuz I think you're pretty god damn drunk..
You are a sunbeam and you will shine forever. Forever in our hearts now that you're gone. You are a sunbeam and you will shine wherever. Wherever your soul decides to roam.
They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair. They gave us student visas when we were over there. They staged us out of Hondo al este del Salvador.
Stay with me through September. The summer didn't last. And there ain't nobody in New York City that could need you half as bad. Stay with me through September.
Honey, don't tell the boys that I'm talking like this. 'Cause I can't have em thinking I'm scared. The truth is I ain't afraid of nothing no more. I'm tired and I just don't care..
Well I was born in this valley. On this ranch I was raised. I learned to lope, rope and dally. On the S Lazy H. Well the roots of my people. They run deep on this place.
You and me together could have run this town. Together you and I could have owned this place. If I'd a sped up, and you'd a slowed down. You and me together could have run this town.
(yodelling). . Inspect the silver inlay and the finely engraved steel,. rich carved ivory grips with checkered lines that you can feel.. You'll find it premature who call the calibre obsolete.
Bartender, I know you're a reasonable man. Looks like you got the run of this place. Set me up a round so's that I can see your hands. And wipe the goddamned smile off of your face.
music and lyrics by Corb Lund, Dug Bevans, Michael Caldwell, Terry Johnson. . My saddle horse has died and no one was in time. To save him or to reach me with the news that I'm without a mount to ride.
it's my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range. my favoriite place to be, and mister that ain't gonna change. and i pray to old chief mountain i'll be back again someday.
music and lyrics by Corb Lund. . Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others. Cuz his fatherd left his mother years ago. And Lesters mother took in lovers to feed and clothe his younger brothers.
lyrics by Corb Lund, music by Stan Rogers / Corb Lund. . I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war. I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before.
lyrics by Corb Lund, music by Stan Rogers / Corb Lund. . I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war. I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before.
a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow. montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home. trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn.
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.
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?.
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.
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.
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.