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Gunsmoke
03:28
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My dad's nickname was Buck
He was a cowboy to the end
His favorite horse was named Gunsmoke
Together they rode with the wind
They rode the high plains of Colorado
They chased many a stray bull down
Doing what he loved and loving what he did
Life could not wear him down
One day Gunsmoke was grazing
Snakebite brought him down
Doc he tried to save him
As old Smokey laid on the ground
My dad laid next to Gunsmoke
And his eyes were growing dim
As Smokey breathed out his last breath
My dad he breathed it in
Now he's free
To run with the wind
Across the plain
That never ends
My dad he loved his cattle
And one night before a winter storm
He went out and carried all of his calves
To where they'd be safe and warm
I called him the next day
He said I did not lose a one
Then he died in his sleep a cowboy
And now he and Smokey can run
Now he's free
Free to run
Across the plain
Toward the setting sun
Now their free
To run like the wind
Across the prairie
That never ends
Now their free
Free to run
Across the plains
To the high sun
Now their free
Free to run
Across the plains
Toward the setting sun
Free to run like the wind
Across the plain
That never ends
Free free to run
Across the prairie
My Dad’s nickname was Buck
He was a cowboy to the end
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2. |
Pretty As A Tulip
03:54
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Pretty as a tulip
Intoxicated by your cologne
We danced and we spun
Across the floor
My hand on your back
Your sweat made me smile
The wonder of it’s journey
Oh my
Pretty as a tulip
Enamored by your form
Two long shadows
Converge into one
My head was spinning
Feet barely touching floor
It was you it was you
That I’d come to adore
Pretty as a tulip
Intoxicated by your cologne
Dancing and spinning
All night long
My heart beating
Floating like ghosts
Twirling and swirling
Like two puffs of smoke
Pretty as a tulip
So hard to hold
My heart was sinking
Into the floor
My head was spinning
Feet barely touching the floor
It was you it was you baby
I’d come to adore
Pretty as a tulip
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Whiskey Tango
02:25
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Rode hard and put away wet
Staring at the sun trying to forget
Trouble in between
Like mud on brick
Building a dream
Whiskey might numb the brain
But it will not kill the pain
That just takes a little while
Well it’s a long road
But worth the trip
do your best to hold on
Try not to lose your grip
Under the moon
Screaming up at the stars
Trying to stumble your way home
From those damn dive bars
One day you’ll wake up and
She won’t be your waking thought
That’s the start
Of the healing of your heart
That’s the start
Of the healing of your heart
That’s the start
Of the healing of your heart
Put one boot in front of the other
Put one boot in front of the other
Put one boot in front of the other
Put one boot in front of the other
One boot. One boot. One boot. One boot. One boot. One boot. One boot
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No Name
05:09
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Get out of here this is my cartoon she said
Go on out and find another friend
I’ll slip through the seem try to work my way back in
I’ll follow the tracks track them back to where they end
Diving into what you’re putting down
And it’s bringing me around and round and round
To where I was found
Where there was no sound
There is no sound
And there’s no one around
Falling spinning twirling catch me if you can
I’m retracing my steps while I work on a plan
Climbing up through the past try to right myself again
Reaching through my memories they come up behind me and then
I’m diving into what you’re putting down
And it’s bringing me around and round and round
To where I was found
Where there is no sound
Where there was no sound
Cuz there’s no one around
Release the jib and turn into the wind
Head for the west cuz the west is where it all begins
Simple cause and effect try to redirect the wind
Face the sun and feel the sky upon your skin
I’m diving into what you’re putting down
And it’s bringing me around and round and round
To where I was found
Where there is no sound
Where there was no sound
And there’s no one around
Hide and seek the week
Spend the night don’t speak
Hide and seek meek
Spend the night don't sleep
Diving in
Diving in
Diving in
I’m diving into what you’re putting down
And it’s bringing me around and round and round
To where I was found
Where there is no sound
Where there was no sound
And there’s no one around
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The road is open
Clear skies before me
Heading to the lonely hour
Never see her again
Mountains to the left
Shadows grow long to the right
I’m sinking with the sun
On Llano Estacado
On the Llano Estacado
Cold wind shifts through me
I’m gonna ride out on these plains
Gonna hide out on these plains
Gonna die out on these plains
And never see her again
On the Llano Estacado
Cold wind stabs through me
Beneath every star
My broken heart
Beneath every star
My broken heart
The road is open
Clear skies before me
Head into the lonely hour
Never see her again
Mountain to the left
Shadows grow long to the right
I’m sinking with the sun
On Llano Estacado
On Llano Estacado
Cold shifts through me
I’m gonna ride out on these plains
I’m gonna hide out on these plains
I’m gonna die out on these plains
And never see her again
On the Llano Estacado
Cold wind cuts through me
Beneath every star
My broken heart
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6. |
Goodbye To Romance
03:59
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7. |
Northeast Texas Women
04:25
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Mockingbird
03:43
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Hey little mockingbird
Have no fear
You’ll figure it out
I’m right beside you
Don’t ever be afraid
I’m running in your blood
Coursing through your veins
Take it to your heart then
Take it to your soul
And this feeling
It’ll never grow old
Never grow cold
Hey little mockingbird
Daddy’s young cowboy
Is growing up so fast
Lean on your friends
Should you start to swerve
Be careful running round
Those wild country curves
Take it to your heart then
Take it to your soul
And this feeling
It’ll never grow old
Never grow cold
Hey little mockingbird
Hey little mockingbird
Hey little mockingbird
Hey little mockingbird
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