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(Jack Wesley Routh - Len Pollard)
Just a broken down cowboy all down on his luck
Been through the best of his friends
On a long lonesome highway in an old pickup truck.
Crossed Texas like a hot dusty wind
He was all around cowboy back in1949
From the top it's been long way down.
Since the whiskey and the women
Started winnin' his time
They rode him high and hard to the ground
He remembers the thrill of bein' a winner
In the days of his first rodeo.
But there's somethin' about winning
That didn't last forever
Maybe tomorrow things'll get better
If devil lets loose of his soul
He'll be, be the all around cowboy again.
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So he rolls up a smoke and he sips his Old Crow
Wipes the whiskers that cover his chin
And he grins as he dreams of old rodeo
He's the all around cowboy again.
He remembers the thrill of bein' a winner
In the days of his first rodeo...
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(Billy Joe Shaver)
This highway she's harder than nine kinds of hell
Light there it scares as the rain
When you're down to your last shop with nothing to sell
And too far away from the train.
It's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar to go
Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left a lot of good friends some sheeps in the wind
And satisfied women behind.
Ride me down easy Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where I lay
Say I'm easy, come easy go
And easy to love when I stay.
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Put snow on the mountain, raise hell on the hill
Lock horns with the devil himself
Then the rodeo bum, a son of a gun
And a hobo with stars in his crown.
Ride me down easy Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where I lay
Say I'm easy, come easy go
And easy to love when I stay.
Ride me down easy Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where I lay
Say I'm easy, come easy go
And easy to love when I stay...
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Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone
I grew up on music that we called western swing
It don't matter who's in Austin,Bob Wills is still the king
Lord i can still remember,the way things were back then
In spite of all the hard times,i'd live it all again
To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee
It's the home of country music,on that we all agree
But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing
Cause' once you're down in Texas,Bob Wills is still the king
Well if you ain't never been there then i guess you ain't been told
That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul
It's the home of Willie Nelson,the home of western swing
He'll be the first to tell you,Bob Wills is still the king
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( Willie Nelson )
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
Cause the bridge's washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level plow my corn with a double shovel
Stay all night stay a little longer dance all night dance a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner don't see why you can't stay a little longer
Sittin' in the window singin' to my love slop bucket fell from the window up above
Mule and the grasshopper eatin' ice cream
Mule got sick so they laid him on the green
Stay all night...
( steel )
Well you ought to see my blue eyed Sally she lives away down on Shinbone Alley
The number on the gate the number on the door
The next house over is the grocery store
Stay all night...
( guitar )
Stay all night...
Don't see why you can't stay a little longer
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(Jack Wesley Routh - Len Pollard)
Just a broken down cowboy all down on his luck
Been through the best of his friends
On a long lonesome highway in an old pickup truck.
Crossed Texas like a hot dusty wind
He was all around cowboy back in1949
From the top it's been long way down.
Since the whiskey and the women
Started winnin' his time
They rode him high and hard to the ground
He remembers the thrill of bein' a winner
In the days of his first rodeo.
But there's somethin' about winning
That didn't last forever
Maybe tomorrow things'll get better
If devil lets loose of his soul
He'll be, be the all around cowboy again.
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