Id give anything to go back. Do anything to go there. To take my breath away again. . I still see her face right there. Starin at me, and I swear. I can feel you here.
She steppin' on the gas, going too fast. Driving with her knee. Trucker screamin, Baby, pick a lane. Youre gonna hurt somebody. . Got the mirror sideways, puttin on her face.
Got a country girl. With a country twang. She's a ridin in a little country thing. Baby blue jeans. Little mood ring. I can't wait to find out what that purple means.
Girl, you've been so busy I ain't seen you around. You got the world on your shoulders let me help you put it down. Baby come inside and leave it all behind.
6 A.M. and Bobby's waking up. Rolls out of bed with sleepy eyes. Goes to his sister's room across the hall. Hey Daisy, rise and shine. . He pours 2 bowls full of Captain Crunch.
The prisons are empty, the homeless have houses. Nobody's hungry, nobody's poor. Nobody's judged by their faith or their color. Nobody's wrong in this world without war.
Tryin' to keep my eyes on this windin' road. Oh, but it ain't easy with you paintin' your toes. With your feet up on the dash, your legs so long and tan.
In the night when you call. I'll be waiting by the phone. To hear it all. And I won't leave until you call. Cause baby I don't wanna miss the way you fix me.
Verse One:. They say I don't want nothing but you babe. I play it down cause its true. Yeah. My minds been thinking bout always. Lately I've been that guy going crazy.
Girl you got me goin', yeah I think you know it. Oh, I'm ready for this ride. So come on take my hand 'cause only you. You understand how to kick this feelin' into.
Well you don't see him much on the big screen anymore. The kids don't ride along with Roy or Gene. And that ain't really him with all those feathers in his hat.
Somewhere on the Prairie, a yellow stud runs free. Runnin' through the sage brush, down through the coolies. There not far behind him, a cowboy rides along.
You say that somewhere over the rainbow. There's a star that you've been wishin' on. Well is the grass really that much greener. Than here where you belong?.
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'.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.