I'm Gonna shine up my boots, I'm gonna go into town, I'm gonna scrape up 20 dollars, I'm gonna throw it around I'm gonna buy me a dance, first lovely
They got the Coliseum rockin' and they're making quite a din Singin' "here we go Oilers, here we go" again There ain't no louder building than the house
This is my prairie, this is my home I'll make my stand here and I'll die alone They can drill, they can mine o'er my smoldering bones 'Cause this is my
music and lyrics by Corb Lund Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others Cuz his father?d left his mother years ago And Lester
Playin' late night crazy pot size games with the Asian dealers who With all that tax free money got deeper pockets than I do I can't fade that kind of
music and lyrics by Corb Lund The show was a big one, an olde rodeo They'd been trying to hire us for a few years or so The grandstand was bursting,
music and lyrics by Corb Lund I have sinned so gravely Brother Brigham, Brother Young I have sinned so gravely Brother Young That only you can save
music and lyrics by Corb Lund They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair They gave us student visas when we were over there They staged us
Well my Daddy's a vet and if I was one too, the one thing he always taught me to do was get paid, cash money. Jam and eggs is a kind enough thank you,
music and lyrics by Corb Lund Family reunion, she?s gonna be a good one So lemme bend your ear, the clan?s all here for the family reunion Well my
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
music and lyrics by Corb Lund There's something about horses, especially a paint Whenever I see horses it reminds me of what I ain't ?Cause I am not
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
music and lyrics by Corb Lund I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait And I appealed to their decency show mercy on this day I
I was born with the Chinook wind howlin in my ears That Rocky Mountain gusty shit, it dried me out for years Way back I think my grandpa had a rope horse
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
music and lyrics by Corb Lund I heard all them pretty girls singin? all them pretty words, and how I heard all them pretty girls singin? all them pretty
never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed cuz if your hat's on the bed you might wake up dead so don't ya never put ya hat
