full growed porcupine dead on the road it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer she says she might wanna
And never shall I grow old I was roaming far from home Far from the town i left behind Out in the wild... Under open sky Wind - whiped the ttears off
I am my country like the flag I fly, And I will love her 'till the day I die, Bound to each other we will always be, I am my country: for eternity! And
翻訳: ルンド、Corb. ヘアハイランドのように、私の目はステアで.
翻訳: 嵐が丘. ハイランドの風.
well, i guess i really oughta be makin up songs but i know it's dumb and sick and wrong and got the studio booked in tennessee and my record producer
well i partied with some crazy calgary cowgirls we ripped and snorted, kicked our heels and then two told me they got olde tyme religion one says
i been playin root-five for most of the night and most of the times, well, i don't really mind but once in awhile i get the chance to shine and look
a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn
it's my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range my favoriite place to be, and mister that ain't gonna change and i pray to old chief mountain
the rodeo's over, the folks have gone home and the cowboys are all down the road well boys, she was a good un, we kicked a hole in the sky and even
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut, Which eventually
the truth comes out as the fire burns low it comes to light as only embers glow the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night the deadfall'
there were signs of a struggle at the rodeo grounds there was a body in the bleachers not making no sounds blood in the grandstand, blood on the seats
he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke this
