Just barely eighteen when the Great War was through. Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew. Hard life and death was all that I seen. Ridin' hell bend for leather in search of a dream.
He was a runaway rodeo was his dream. He was ridin' bulls and a bittin' the dust by the time he was seventeen. Sixteen cowboys in an eight dollar room livin' on baloney and beans.
He walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim. Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim. And he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute.
He's rugged rough and ready his lady's soft and pretty. There must be ten years difference in their ages I suppose. But you don't see any traces or sadness in the faces.
On a highway through the desert beneath an overpass. Sat two hikers just watchin' cars go by. Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly matted hair. Rose colored glasses for his eyes.
Been workin' like a dawg, slavin' on the fence line. Stretchin' those wires tight. Diggin' and tappin' and sweatin' in the sunshine. But I get off tonight.
She opened up the letter from Nashville Tennessee. He said hon they like my music the songs I wrote for you and me. The boys and me just cut a record and it could hit the charts before too long.
Been workin' like a dawg slavin' on the fence line stretchin' those wires tight. Diggin' and tappin' and sweatin' in the sunshine but I get off tonight.
Well, I've never been afraid of much. And I never thought I need a crutch. To help me through the trials of this life. . But there's one thing I cant do without.
Well, she rolls her own cigarettes with the work of just on hand. She acts mean and she cusses, I know she wish she were a man. She got her teeth knocked out by a bucking horse.
{If you don't use this nasty stuff don't start. But if youre hopelessly addicted. I guess you gotta find something good to say about a bad habit. Well hey let's try.
There's a place where Mother Nature's got it all together. She knows just when to let wild flowers bloom. Somehow she always seems to know exactly what she's doin'.
Well its good to see you folks tonight I hope you got your hats on tight. And I hope you're ready to hear some cowboy songs. You can listen up or party down have a cup or stick around.
Storm clouds are building above the timber line. The lightning's flashing across the mountain side. The thunder's rollin' down the canyons of his mind.
Well, the well went dry and the cow did too. Daddy didnt know what to do. The banker came by the house one day. He said hes gonna take the farm away. .
Hold tight with a leather fist. Watch out when he starts to twist. What their daddies used to tell them boys. How to ride them bulls. . I got a jingle in my jeans.
Wild as a coastal Barronca. Swift as the wind blowing free. With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night. Somewhere up there he's waiting for me.
I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows. Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos. But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen. Is that bucket of bots called a bucking machine.
Faded old blue wranglers, dusty cowboy hat. Pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet's. Can of pork n' beans that you opened with your knife. It ain't much but it's all you've got to eat.
I was born in Mississippi. On the Gulf of Mexico. And I could hear the Gators a roar at night. Out on the old bayou. . I remember Spanish moss. A hangin' from the cypress trees.