We had our fill of old junk cars and unpaid bills. But our love was clear in the struggling years. Up against the world four young boys and our little girl.
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own. Of an old caballo a strawberry roan. I was hangin' 'round town just a spendin' my time. Out of a job and not earnin' a dime.
We made camp along Red River. Watched the cattle as they bedded down. Back at the wagons, right after supper. We spread our bedrolls on the ground. . And me and Willie, we took the night guard.
Well, way out west where the wild wind blows. The eagle flies and the sage brush grows. Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear. They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers.
I'm weary and tired I've done my day's ridin'. Nighttime is rolling my way. The sky's all on fire and the light's slowly fadin'. Peaceful and still ends the day.
There's a place on the Yukon river. Called the Carriboux Saloon. Where the miners go to spend their gold. An' listen to the sad, sweet tune. . Feast their eyes' upon the beauty.
His name was Twister he lived in the pasture. Right down from my daddy's farm. They say there's a cowboy who once tried to ride him. Now he's mending fences with only one arm.
There's something in the wind that's blowin' through my soul. And it's calling out to me saying boy it's time to go. There's a restless feeling in my heart that just wont let me be.
I rode off into the sunset the way cowboys always do. But ten miles west of Fort Worth my thoughts ran back to you. I could feel you there beside me, taste your tender lips on mine.
So you wanna be a cowboy and you wanna rodeo. Well I don't see nothin' to hold you back just pack your stuff and go. You'll travel many highways and boy you're gonna see it all.
Lately I've been feelin' funny. My head's a-spinnin' and my knees are weak. Every time I get around you, honey. The heartbreak thing comes over me. . It all started with a reel o' motion.
I've been ramblin' out Montana way. Tryin' to live on a cow punchers pay. Been changin' them dams in the new summer hay. Irrigating alfalfa for six bucks a day.
Been like a rolling wheel in these fertile fields. Since I was five years old. Between then and now I bet I've pulled this plow. About a million miles or so.
I took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer. I sae me down by a tender young maiden. Whose eyes were as dark as her hair. And as I was searchin' from bottle to bottle.
Took my last fall in San Diego. Bus headed north, one headed south. I call a farm in Colorado. I lift the dusty pay phone to my mouth. . She says, "Hello", I say, "It's me, hon.
Once I had a heart cold as ice. Love to me was only for fun. I'd make a mark for each broken heart. Like notches on the butt of a gun. . Once I had a trick up my sleeve.
Well, I was lookin' for just a little bit more. Than just another pretty face. Someone who would be strong and true. If trouble ever came my way. . Too many times, I've been left behind.
She's a barmaid in a west Texas dance hall. She's there ev'ry night till they close. And the cowboy's pay for the jukebox. And she plays 'San Antonio Rose'.