Lyrics:
sing to
the moon and at semi-sunset and we’ll be playing soon.
Indian gambling, fireworks and souvenirs
We’re racing cross these _______ scars left by
the end.
The pain will flicker by. It shall turn away and die in the end.
Though I'm no pedigree I won't fall down to my knees. No, I'm Indian.
And we are
Rockstar, Max Payne, cowboy shit, John Wayne (John Wayne)
Brand new whip, drop top, pop champagne, go pop-pop (oh woah)
Yeah-yeah, bounce, bounce, bounce
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
She was tall, and always tired
She worked the late shift at the all-night diner
Years can fly by you in a place like this
Waitin' for a perfect
little outta town
Where we throw our keys in a cowboy hat and let our hair down, hair down
Hey oh, you know we gonna rock it
Hey oh, come on ain't
hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just free
plaine et deux cow-boys peuvent vite devenir un western
La beauté du monde réside dans l'visage de mes gosses
Tout est paradoxal un peu comme l'histoire
the rear view
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a
Go Army Shirt folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy, but that's alright
People got their
Wild young Cowboy runnin' rigs and farmin' land
When he meet her at the armory dance
Dark skin and beautiful had a smile that drove him wild
Daddy
Neighborhood life right by Mr. Rodger
You niggas get more even and I get more odder
I run off winter time like a platinum Rolex
Eat my dust taste my auto
switch
I'm gonna rock my cowboy hat and pink stilettos
We're gonna stomp and kick until they make us all go home
You wanna see if a little country
a straight flush to win
We feel like two ducks in a pond being held up by cowboys in Texas (I hate this damn!)
Poker night, 'cause we weren't invited
Take
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
TAKE OFF THAT FANCY DRESS
Was sittin' on my porch swing.. All dolled up
When Billy stopped by in his pick up truck
He said "Darlin', you?re
Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star
He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
Wears a cowboy hat,
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
He pulled that straight-back wicker chair
Up next to grandpa's bed
And with a voice left weak by pain
His grandpa softly said
“Could you get my
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
There's something about horses, especially a paint
Whenever I see horses it reminds me of what I ain't
?Cause I
solvable
Highly audible, unlikely applaudable
This is the last version first urgent message sent by earth methods
I buy my prescriptions from a drugstore
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
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