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I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again Ridin' the range once more Totin' my old .44 Where you sleep out every night And the only law is right Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-oh Rockin' to and fro Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-yay I go my way Back in the saddle again I'm back in the saddle again Out where a friend is a friend Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again Ridin' the range once more Totin' my old .44 Where you sleep out every night And the only law is right Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-oh Rockin' to and fro Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-yay I go my way Back in the saddle again |
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| 2:46 |
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| 4:33 |
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He's the loosest dude I've ever been exposed to
He loves the bottle and a dirty joke He likes to hang out on the street And he'd rather fight than eat And his nose and the women keep him broke He's been in every jail from here to Juarez And every funky old backstreeet saloon He's a victim of his fate Born a hundred years too late And sometimes I think A hundred years too soon He's a outlaw, He's a bum He's a rounder and then some He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be He ain't ever gonna be no different He's a damn good cowboy And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee He didn't finish school or go to college When he turned 16 he just had to go And while everyone who did Was building homes and having kids He was out West ridin' in some rodeo He got busted up in Cheyenne last September And he had to get his hat and pack his trunk And he came on back to town, He just kinda hangs around He's the local hero and the local drunk He's a outlaw, He's a bum He's a rounder and then some He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be He ain't ever gonna be no different He's a damn good cowboy And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee You may think he's a little crazy And you may think that where he's at's nowhere And in your righteous sight, You just might be right But he damn sure did have fun gettin' there He's a outlaw, He's a bum He's a rounder and then some He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be And if you don't like him you won't like me either He's a damn good cowboy And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee |
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| 3:27 |
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| 3:05 |
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I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy,
and Lovin' the cowboy ways. Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes, I burned up my childhood days. I learned of all the rules of the modern-day drifter, Don't you hold on to nothin' too long. Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them, With the words of a sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems. Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery, From being alone too long. You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightman, Knowin' well that your best days are gone. Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen, I let the words of my years fade away. Old worn-out saddles, and 'old worn-out memories, With no one and no place to stay. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems. Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. |
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