I was flippin' through the channels A lazy Sunday afternoon Caught the race in Talladega Comin' 'round lap 22 When the fella in the blue car Gave a red
Every now and then you gotta take it on the chin And gotta turn the other cheek But then there's times your old stubborn pride Don't back down so easily
Well my heart didn't skip a beat When I saw you standing there Lookin' like some kinda angel Like you were walking on air And the earth didn't move When
Ride, I used to jump my horse and ride I had a six gun at my side I was so handsome, women cried And I got shot but I never died I could play, if I do
The wires dream about swallows in the spring I dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things Awakened by the humming that machines make when they
Cowboys Don't Cry ( Written by Jim Allison / Jeff Raymond / Bob Simon / Doug Gilmore ) Why's that old jukebox keep playin' That sad country song all
We used to go out, Together all the time, I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, When the stars came out, They would call our names,
Oh my angel Sweet sweet angel Come to me swiftly This night so still For dawn does come swiftly I been gone so long But your face is so lovely It keeps
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as
When your heart's in someone else's hands Monkey see and monkey do Their wish is your command You're not to blame Everyone's the same All you do is love
Strap yourself in Hang on for the ride Dirts gonna fly Grounds gonna shake tonight You don't have to look far "Cause it's right here in your back yard
Had a horse When I was young I was trying To put his saddle on When I felt A warm summer breeze From the river bed So I went fishing For some rainbow
Chances are If you hear this song You like your music loud And your whiskey strong Cause everybody In this honky tonk Has had a hard day Chances are
Five days on the road on Coffee just to get back home to you Five days listenin' To Waylen and Willie And all that stuff they call new One call was
She flies me away Over that mountain Way up higher Than I've ever been She takes me down Down to the water To the river of love Yeah and I'm jumpin
It's a long fast dance Well the long fast dance of progress And the long slow waltz of decay Made such a natural born couple They settled down right
Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of
I take off time to time with those crazy friends of mine Head out on steel horses with wheels and we ride We burn up that road to old Mexico, blend in