I'm a goin' and a blowin' and a heading down the road. Tryin' to make a livin' rodeoin'. I've been a driving all night 'neath the pail moonlight. Waiting for the sun to start showin'.
Campfires, coffee from a tin cup in my hand. Sure warms the fingers when it's cold. Pickin' this ol' guitar, a friend I understand. It sure smooth the wrinkles in my soul.
He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four. The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore.
While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure. I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jinglin'. And as he approached he was singin' this song.
She's not a kid anymore she can hide her age in these dim lights. Waitin' tables in this bar ain't what she's lookin' for. The short years fly by but oh the long long nights.
Seven years old on a gold palomino I sat up tall with my face to the wind. I'd seen the rodeo cowboys in Reno so I dug in my boot heels and pulled on the reins.
While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure. I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were jinglin'. And as he approached he was singin' this song.
Two young cowboys went riding out one dark and windy day. Upon a ridge they rested as they went up on their way. When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed sheep they saw.
I use to run from the past. But the world got to spinnin' so fast. I run from the future now. . I run as fast as I can. Tryin' to be a simple man. I just want to slow down.
Sunshine, and the rain falls down. And the cold winds blow and the heat cracks the ground. But down a dirt road out in Chickasaw county. The only thing I notice is when your arms aren't around me.
Pick up a pizza, pineapple ham. And put it in the back of a Good Times van. Well, go out and pick up the rest of the band. We're gonna have a good time.
It's easy I know. Friends keep tellin me so. It's purely a matter. Of biding my time. I'm tryin to forget. How to manage it yet. Your Gone. But I can't let you go.
Your heart is like a little room. Where feelings come to stay. And all you need is a loving broom. To sweep the dirt's away. And if you try to keep it clean.
Gettin out. I can't take anymore. Gettin out. I finally found the door. Maybe I'll miss the comfort of. The friendly route I've grown to love. There's no doubt.
I think I know now whats makin me sad. It's yearning for my own backyard. I realized baby I was wrong to leave. Better swallow up my foolish country pride.
She was waitin' tables in a diner off of Highway 41. On his way to Indiana on another midnight run. So they talked about the weather and the next thing that you know.
I'm going to take a trip in that old gospel ship. I'm a-going far beyond the sky. I'm gonna shout and sing til heaven rings. When I hid this world goodbye.
Got There First. (CDJ/Mary Danna). . I can't find a smile underneath the pain. Since you've been gone, there's been nothing but rain. I didn't want to be left behind.
Got a Good Day. (CDJ/Kylie Sackley). . Full tank-a hot day. Ice cold gas station lemonade. Just to cool me off. My girlfriend-on the phone. Giving me the skinny on my brand new beau.
A couple inches taller. Another size smaller. A little curl in my hair. I used to wish, I was older. Now I wish, I was younger. Back when I didn't have a care.