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
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
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
Well, I never was the kind to wear my feelings on my sleeve But since I've met you, girl, there's been a world of change in me Well, I've got to say I
When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well There's fame and there's fortune And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail
Talk is so cheap anybody can say They're gonna give you endless love Then turn their back and just walk away When the going gets a little rough But when
Started out just a young cowboy Writin' songs on a cheap guitar Melodies were kind of rough But you knew they came from the heart And if not for you
There's lots of pretty cowgirls but this you may not know There's a very special kind at every rodeo Her husband is a cowboy she's his greatest fan She
Well, I spent half my life out on the highway Chasin' rodeos through every little town In an old pickup truck with a little cowboy luck Well, I never
He was born and raised in Oklahoma His blood lines were white and Cherokee His daddy owned a ranch outside of Clairmore Where he learned to ride before
I was born and raised in the Red Clay Hills of Texas In the land where the grass gets only beer can tall That's where I learned to cuss and fight and
Way up high in the Sierra peaks Where the yellow jack pines grow tall Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs Had a roundup camp last fall Oh, they'd taken the
The cool fall breeze is blowin' and the leaves are turnin' gold And the smell of wood smoke takes me back to days of long ago I think about my childhood
I was six years old, my brother was ten One July day came runnin' in Seen a ferris wheel at the edge of town So, of course, we headed on down Well, it
She lives for the thunder, he lives for the rain She was born in Manhattan, he grew up near Spokane He found her sitting by the side of the road Her long
There's a rodeo in Montana where they come from miles around Where they throw the hooligan and a bunch of beer cans All over that little cow town from
Well it's Saturday night You're all dressed up in blue I've been watching you awhile Maybe you've been watching me too And so somebody ran out Left somebody
The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week His hands are all battered and his pony's gone lame