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
Let's go and take a starlit drive To where the shaping of our lives Had just begun when we were young When everything was coming right In our dreams of
We shall assemble on the mountain We shall assemble at the throne With humble hearts into His presence We bring an offering of song Glory and honor and
't make up for lost time families broken pressed and exposed I roll over in my bed I watch the sun rise and watch it set moving to Montana for fresh
there's something wrong, i'm not getting it on and i'm definitely not getting off. the only action that i've seen in three months was when the doctor
she never thought that she would get her second chance running so far from all shes everknown and then she lost all meaning where did her dreams go? and
Down where I was born was heaven on earth Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright We raised cotton
Montana? I wanna see the mountains in your eyes Woah, woah, I've had all of this life I can handle Meet me underneath that big Montana sky In Montana
I wish, I hope, I wonder, where you're at sometimes Is your back against the wall or just across the line? Have you been standing in the rain reciting
He's gone that-a-way He's went this-a-way He's up a tree I think! Oh Petey, Oh Petey... Where are you? Please come back Oh Petey, Oh Petey... You're
Well I'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle For a lifetime of watching from the stands [ guitar ] His Stetson was faded and battered and worn The
There's a rodeo in Montana where they come from miles around Where they throw the hooligan and a bunch of beer cans All over that little cow town from
Now when the sun says good-day to the mountains and the night says hello to the dawn I'm alone with my dreams on the hilltop I can still hear your voice
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I believe in a hill called Mount Calvary I believe whatever the cost And when time has surrendered And earth is no more I'll still cling to the old rugged
WON'T YOU RIDE IN MY LITTLE RED WAGON Writer Rex Griffin Won't you ride in my little red wagon I'd love to pull you down the street I'll bet all the
music and lyrics by Corb Lund The show was a big one, an olde rodeo They'd been trying to hire us for a few years or so The grandstand was bursting,
I walk into a corner bar, it says Lynch above the door I had just arrived in Miltown to frolic there once more I see a Cavan man expatriot who now resides
