Lyrics:
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
All night long
Hollywood
All night long
You're saddle sore
And on the grind
Just pushed you a little bit more
Don't mind if I do
It's Hollywood
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
the shots tonight I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks I scream for more
Fools' gold
Russell Clouds
Now I catch myself ramblin' like some used up metaphor
A life spent bustin' broncs and saddle sore
Me and these old horses don't get out
I've been riding hard all day
I'm saddle sore but I'm okay
I'll find a place to lay my head
The stars will be my feather bed
Texas is a shiny penny
Squirting which begat the horseman's saddle sore swell
It's the name of Dog. What's the name of that Dog?
Cuz he's surreal, Doug
You're too surreal, Doug
Far
hold.
You're what I'm saddled with
You're an extra weight to deposit
Like a saddle bag
I am saddle sore
Of you
In my way
There's people on my route
come and join the zoo
Shell shocked, red raw
Punch drunk, saddle sore
Forest Gump at heaven's door
Just looking for a clue
We're wounded but
a Labrador
Shepherding with sack of cigars
And a saddle sore
In Sycamore
He goes zig zag
Sick San Salvador
Today he's less bold
Then he used to be before
Now can't be torn apart
Morning sun shines after the run
Feeling worse for wear but we don't care
Old friends head for home saddle sore
Next year we'll
Laughin' like a clown, Yeah I'm goin' down again
Love bandit, Not so nice, demand it
Gettin' saddle sore, Only make her want it more
So tired, Shells have
leather
Foamin' at the bit
Saddle sore and weary
In a three-way split, awww, shit...
When the shadow of the night came on
Holmes, he was gone
One day he
don't know now
None but the brave, why do you stay and stay?
Sad enough to make me cry, strong enough to make me die
Now I'm feeling saddle sore
Now I'm
Round'em up into the rusty van and we're on the road
We ride on our trusty steeds as we head out west
Saddle sore and so much more into the sunset
Cuz we
more, we’re saddle-sore
From such a bumpy ride!
So….Knock! Knock! Knock! Rat-a-tat-tat!
Have you room inside?
Verse 2 Knock! Knock! Knock!
hold on. You son of a gun
His cowboy boots are worn right though
Can't even throw his old lasso
He's gotten so saddle sore
Old timer can't grip
A drovers life muster or bust
Saddle sore and weary to the bone
He thinks about his wife and children home alone
The drover is an Australian icon
Sleeping
These red dirt dreams
cre all she needs
These red dirt dreams
cre all she needs
She ain't afraid to
Take it on the chin,
Honey, saddle-sores
are
yours
Sick and tired saddle-sore you go
You wish
Don't you wish
Don't you wish
Don't you wish you could push buttons?
Don't you wish you could fly?
Are
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