I'm weary and tired I've done my day's ridin'. Nighttime is rolling my way. The sky's all on fire and the light's slowly fadin'. Peaceful and still ends the day.
There's a place on the Yukon river. Called the Carriboux Saloon. Where the miners go to spend their gold. An' listen to the sad, sweet tune. . Feast their eyes' upon the beauty.
His name was Twister he lived in the pasture. Right down from my daddy's farm. They say there's a cowboy who once tried to ride him. Now he's mending fences with only one arm.
There's something in the wind that's blowin' through my soul. And it's calling out to me saying boy it's time to go. There's a restless feeling in my heart that just wont let me be.
I rode off into the sunset the way cowboys always do. But ten miles west of Fort Worth my thoughts ran back to you. I could feel you there beside me, taste your tender lips on mine.
So you wanna be a cowboy and you wanna rodeo. Well I don't see nothin' to hold you back just pack your stuff and go. You'll travel many highways and boy you're gonna see it all.
Lately I've been feelin' funny. My head's a-spinnin' and my knees are weak. Every time I get around you, honey. The heartbreak thing comes over me. . It all started with a reel o' motion.
I've been ramblin' out Montana way. Tryin' to live on a cow punchers pay. Been changin' them dams in the new summer hay. Irrigating alfalfa for six bucks a day.
Been like a rolling wheel in these fertile fields. Since I was five years old. Between then and now I bet I've pulled this plow. About a million miles or so.
I took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer. I sae me down by a tender young maiden. Whose eyes were as dark as her hair. And as I was searchin' from bottle to bottle.
Took my last fall in San Diego. Bus headed north, one headed south. I call a farm in Colorado. I lift the dusty pay phone to my mouth. . She says, "Hello", I say, "It's me, hon.
Once I had a heart cold as ice. Love to me was only for fun. I'd make a mark for each broken heart. Like notches on the butt of a gun. . Once I had a trick up my sleeve.
Well, I was lookin' for just a little bit more. Than just another pretty face. Someone who would be strong and true. If trouble ever came my way. . Too many times, I've been left behind.
She's a barmaid in a west Texas dance hall. She's there ev'ry night till they close. And the cowboy's pay for the jukebox. And she plays 'San Antonio Rose'.
When he was five years old his mom. Took him down to the round corral. To watch his dad work the young horse. They called Smokey. . Man, did that horse buck but his old dad, he just sat up there.
Comb your hair, paint and powder. You act proud, and I'll act prouder. You sing loud, and I'll sing louder. Tonight were settin' the woods on fire. . You're my gal and I'm your feller.
(Put your hands together and start making some noise. And let's do the same when we get them on stage. Ladies and gentleman let's give it up for the wild and wooly saddle boogie band).
Old Badger was an outlaw that no man could ever ride. So tough the devils pitch fork couldn't penetrate his hide. To beat him was the dream of every cowboy in the land.