Lyrics:
You walk through the door
Place is jammed
Lights are low they got a country cover band
Singing songs by Merle and hank
And one funny little tune
Following the faith of our very own oppressors
No justice, just us
Look at how the aftermath of slavery today still affects us
Our kids educated by
Everybody's looking
If you jelous turn around
Fucking with them leathers got us hopping off the ground *Honk*
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin' on the range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
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
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range"
"Then cowboy change your ways today
never early
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
brass band of gratitude
Not quite dormant in my belly
It said so in a human voice
"Bellow forth"
And who among us could ignore such odd
And precise
has to be done for us to be number one
And you ain't never heard nuthin' this funky son
You ain't never heard nuthin' this funky ever, it's too clever
to heal
so i chose strife
protectors of earth
water and air
crushed by an old
cowboy's stare
they reach for their guns
as we tear out our hearts
together
in the sky!
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name,
"If you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin' on this range,
Then cowboy
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
one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell, riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride
Trying
the real rights that’s
Servin' a sentence (Salute)
Yeah, I emerge from the trenches
It was crack that I served from the benches
Got a bird and I rinsed it
a deserted man
Whose eyes pierce right through you like an army sharpshooter
Battered though not broken, this gentle cowboy so soft-spoken
Finds his strength
think people think I'm from the U.S. Army. They think I'm a soldier
I'm not a hero. I'm just a musician
a punk
I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel y'all selves Shaquille y'all selves
Us cowboys don?t need you you Bill Parcell
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
by dah stove
10 bands inna couch
Big face hunnits dam right
I'm gone get it
Fall asleep to a dream
Woke up on a money mission
Fuck da roaches in
Ecstasy
Yeah, aye
Aye
First off you ain't on shit
Few bands might ice my wrist
Shorty know me from down low
But that ain't really what I came for
to sing and dance in a rock and roll band, held the crowd in the palm of my hand
The music held the key to set us free, to set us free, to set us free
he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin' on the range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
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