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Heaven
02:54
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Green field, yellow t-shirt, French-braid in your long brown hair/ Hay’s cut, baled up, now Daddy says it’s okay to run him out there/ You’re nine years old, fast as you can go on the back of your gold palomino/ And your little blue heeler is catching up fast, your big smile makes me laugh
You’re heaven, heaven in a picture/ Time stands still, did I forget to mention/ You’re heaven, the image of love/ Yeah, you’re a picture of heaven
Eighteen, your field of dreams is far away from that college town/ You go to work, you go to school, grown up ain’t always cool/ But on Friday night, fast as you can go chasing cans at the college rodeo/ And your old palomino giving all he has, it’s like you’re flying first class
You’re heaven, heaven in a picture/ Time stands still, did I forget to mention/ You’re heaven, the image of love/ Yeah, you’re a picture of heaven
Remember this, time is a test and life is a clover leaf/ In your white dress don’t you forget you’ll always be my little piece of
Heaven, heaven in a picture/ Time stands still, did I forget to mention…
You’re heaven, heaven in a picture/ Time stands still, did I forget to mention/ You’re heaven, the image of love
Yeah, you’re a picture of Heaven (heaven in a picture/
Time stands still) did I forget to mention (You’re heaven, the image of love)/ Yeah, you’re a picture of heaven
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I gave up bustin’ broncs to put down some roots/ Now I’m like a gun on the wall that nobody shoots/ I don’t aim to complain ‘bout the loss of what might’ve been/ But I’m feeling the urge to pull the trigger once again
I’ve been schooled in getting’ kicked and drug around/ But that was nothing compared to how this job beats me down/ Workin’ 9 to 5 just robs you of your prime/ I gotta clock out, I’m just wasting time
Turn me loose boys, right or wrong, I’m a time-bomb ‘bout to explode/ I’m gonna give her hell ‘cause I know too well I’m no stranger to getting’ throwed/ You gotta grab the buck rein and live for today ‘cause tomorrow may not show/ And life’s too short not to rodeo
I got a smokin’ hot wife and two kids of my own/ Still countin’ on me to bring home the dough/ And it’s a sacrifice ‘cause I’ll miss them every mile/ But it’s about time daddy came home with a smile
Turn me loose boys, right or wrong, I’m a time-bomb ‘bout to explode/
I’m gonna give her hell ‘cause I know too well I’m no stranger to getting’ throwed/ You gotta grab the buck rein and live for today ‘cause tomorrow may not show/ And life’s too short not to rodeo
You can never get back years gone by/ But you can live lifetime in an 8-second ride
So turn me loose boys, right or wrong, it’s time now to explode/
I’m gonna give her hell ‘cause I know damn well, tonight I’m not getting’ throwed/ You gotta grab the buck rein and live for today ‘cause tomorrow may not show/ And life’s too short not to rodeo
Life’s too short not to rodeo
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She Likes Diamonds
03:22
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She has no use for emerald or pearl/ That ruby necklace don’t rock her world/ Up on the mountain there’s no denyin’/ She like diamonds
With a lash rope and a buckskin mare/ Those stones appear out of thin air/ The only knot she feels like tying/ Is a hitch of diamonds
There’s no king of hearts in a handful of clubs/ And a full house ain’t what she’s dreaming of/ The hand she plays is all about timin’
And a pair of diamonds
With a lash rope and a buckskin mare/ Those stones appear out of thin air/ The only knot she feels like tying/ Is a hitch of diamonds
She likes diamonds, uh-huh
On down the trail by the break of dawn/ She’s been holding her breath so long/ When the light fades she’ll keep on ridin’/ ‘neath a sky of diamonds
With a lash rope and a buckskin mare/ Those stones appear out of thin air/ The only knot she feels like tying/ Is a hitch…
With a lash rope and a buckskin mare/ Those stones appear out of thin air/ The only knot she feels like tying/ Is a hitch of diamonds
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Pictures in the Fire
03:17
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This old house has a chill in every room/ It won’t warm up no matter what I do/ I couldn’t be much colder if I lived on the moon/ My heart turns gray as ash with every picture that I burn
Pictures in the fire, fading embers of a love gone wrong/ Yeah, these pictures in the fire burn away but they’re not gone
Nothin’ burns as hot as love does when it starts/ It’s like no other feelin’ I have known/ But you turned the fire into ice inside my heart/ Now it’s colder every moment, every moment that you’re gone
Pictures in the fire, fading embers of a love gone wrong/ Yeah, these pictures in the fire burn away but they’re not gone
You’d think that I’d be warm here in this firelight/ But burnin’ your old memories keeps me cold tonight
Pictures in the fire, fading embers of a love gone wrong/ Yeah, these pictures in the fire burn away but they’re not gone
They burn away but they’re not gone
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Us or Bust
04:05
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She landed that summer job that brought her way out here/ She was kinda pretty and she was kinda crazy/ Well fate paired us together all alone and she had no fear/ For that kind of girl, didn’t know I wasn’t ready/ And she’d say come on what could go wrong, like some carefree gypsy dancer/ And we learned to count on each other ‘cause she knew the answer
We got bucked off, we got drug around/ Yeah, we had alotta luck gettin’ stuck outside of town/ I was scared as hell, hoped she could not tell/ ‘cause we picked each other up every time we fell/ Felt like a king in a crown of dust/ When she said it’s us or bust
Hot July night, bright shiny sky and cool clear mountain lake/ She said I’m jumpin’ in it, well do ya got it in ya/ She was bare, so I dared to leap right off that bank/ It was the girl that took my breath away/ Lost in a billion stars makin’ love and makin’ waves/ Come sun up it was back to Earth like outlaw renegades, and
We got bucked off, we got drug around/ Yeah, we had alotta luck gettin’ stuck outside of town/ It was sweet as hell, swore we would not tell/ September came, realized I was in love/ Felt like a king in a crown of dust/ When she said it’s us or bust
Now in the face of danger I still see her wicked smile/ I close my eyes once in a while and re-live every mile, when
We got bucked off, we got drug around/ Yeah, we had alotta luck gettin’ stuck outside of town/ I was scared as hell, hoped she could not tell/ ‘cause we picked each other up every time we fell/ Felt like a king in a crown of dust/ When she said it’s us or bust
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Why Wyoming
05:06
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She said it takes an empty landscape to make her heart full/
Black coffee is the only drug she needs/ And she said hard lessons are the lessons that she keeps/ Like how the end of your rope is the best time to leap
I asked her where, she said where the wind blows wild/ I asked her how, she said however we can/ I asked her what, she said whatever makes us happy/ I asked her why, and she said Wyoming
He said goodbye is the word he hates the most/ But he’s learned to trust the leadings of his heart'/ He said the smooth walk of his horse is the speed he needs to go/ Well, life moves fast so you might as well ride it slow
I asked him where, he said where the wind blows wild/ I asked him how, he said however we can/ I asked him what, he said whatever makes us happy/ I asked him why, and he said Wyoming
I said I’ve won some battles and I’ve lost some wars/ And I’ve learned sometimes a good fight is really all I’m looking for/ I said you can find that and so much more
I asked her where, I said where the wind blows wild/ I asked him how, I said however we can/ I asked her what, I said whatever makes us happy/ I asked him why, and I said Wyoming/ I asked her why, I asked him why, and we said Wyoming
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Ode to Ibuprofen
02:57
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Don’t get me wrong, I like a good time just as much as the next guy/ But I don't need artificial thrills, let me tell you how I got this black eye/ The other day I got bucked off, I got hung-up and drug around/ A little ibuprofen turned my frown upside down, I’m talkin’
Ibuprofen will get you through those days/ Ibuprofen will help you feel your age/ So here’s to knowin’ you can feel less broken/ With just a little Ibuprofen
Well those Olympians win gold medals 'cause they eat fortified cereal/ But the breakfast of rodeo champions is four to five Advil, awhhh/ And you can tell if they’re really wise, ‘cause they’ll grab a bag of ice before they ride and spread it out, and put it on from head to toe/ Makes you ready to go, then take some
Ibuprofen to get you through those days/ Ibuprofen will help you feel your age/ So here’s to knowin’ you can feel less broken/ With just a little Ibuprofen
Guaranteed to not cause addiction/ And you won’t even need a prescription, no you won’t
Ibuprofen will get you through those days/ Ibuprofen will help you feel your age/ So here’s to knowin’ you can feel less broken/ With just a little Ibuprofen
Yeah, I’m preachin’ about something I know and this is my ode to Ibuprofen
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Band of Brothers
04:27
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This jagged mountain, I have climbed/ And I have seen the mark they left behind/ Equine on glaciers over Indian Pass/ Probably the last to ever try it/ They were six brave sons of Clem/ He must have been so proud of them
Redeemed through the gospel of survival/ That they’d preach from merciless mountain peaks/ Men ordained by Mother Nature/ Though they’d fight with each other, there will never be a bond as strong as the band of brothers
The next 30 years, then 20 more/ They conquered the world from the Burnt Lake shore/ Just a way of life, not a game/ No way to tame the hunger to explore/ To be lost was nothing to fret/ It’s just a place they hadn’t named yet
Redeemed through the gospel of survival/ That they’d preach from merciless mountain peaks/ Men ordained by Mother Nature/ Though they’d fight with each other, there will never be a bond as strong…
When you questioned why they did it, they didn’t try to explain/ 'less ya been to Hell in winter you wouldn’t get it anyway
One heavenward slope, one hell of a climb/ With God to guide this expedition called life/ Like mountaineers, we are one team/ Courtney’s dream can be yours and mine/ To become more than our best/ Just like the Cowboys on Everest
Redeemed through the gospel of survival/ That they’d preach from merciless mountain peaks/ Men ordained by Mother Nature/ Willing to die for each other/ There will never be a bond as strong as the band of brothers
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Between Hell and Texas
03:53
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Left the pieces of my heart a thousand miles down the road/ Now I’m drivin’ and countin’ the million miles left to go/ To lose your mem’ry and to find myself, to see where I went wrong/ To bottle all that pain into sad cowboy songs
Somewhere between Hell and Texas, there’s a highway callin’ my name/ And a smoky old bar where I can strum my guitar for tips and a little local fame/ And there’s hot black coffee and cold hotel breakfasts/ Somewhere between Hell and Texas
So, I’m drivin’ like hell, just a runnin’ from my past/ Guess I’m lookin’ for anything that can be built to last/ Well maybe I’ll find it between Waco and Amarillo/ There’s only one of two places that I can go
Somewhere between Hell and Texas, there’s a highway callin’ my name/ And a smoky old bar where I can strum my guitar for tips and a little local fame/ And there’s hot black coffee and cold hotel breakfasts/ Somewhere between Hell and Texas
I gave you my love then you gave love away/ Just a couple regrets that I’ll take to my grave/ But I’m still alive, got this old truck in drive/
And there’s nothin’ to go back and save, but
Somewhere between Hell and Texas, there’s a highway callin’ my name/ And a smoky old bar where I can strum my guitar for tips and a little local fame/ And there’s hot black coffee and cold hotel breakfasts
Somewhere between Hell and Texas
Somewhere between Hell and Texas
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When it's Rainin'
04:45
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Oh my goodness/ I don’t think he made the 8 seconds/ Boy, they brought the eliminator pen tonight/ It is rainin’ cowboys
I'm only here when it's rainin’/ I'm only out when it's dark outside/ I'm only here when it's rainin’/ I’m only out when those bright lights shine
I’m only here…
Sometimes this feeling comes right over me/ I know this feeling and I can't resist/ I know I’ve got my riggin’ in my fist/ I'm only here when it's rainin’
I’m only out when cowboys fly/ I'm only here when it's rainin’
I'm only out when the crowd goes wild/ I’m only here…
Sometimes this feeling comes right over me/ I know this feeling and I can't resist/ I know I’ve got my riggin’ in my fist/ I'm only here…
The people I know, they'd never know, I drive down the road, I'm in control/ But there's another creature I know, who lives in my soul, he’s maniacal
I'm only here when it's rainin’/ I'm only out when adrenaline’s up
I'm only here when it's rainin’/ I'm only out when them horses buck
Sometimes this feeling comes right over me/ I know this feeling and I can't resist/ I know I’ve got my riggin’ in my fist/ I'm only here when it's rainin’
I'm only here when it's rainin’
I'm only here when it's rainin’
When it’s rainin’
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Cowboy Singer Too
05:19
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Well it’s quite the club you’re runnin’ here at your cowboy rendezvous of crotchety old cowpokes in their high top custom boots/ From another day and age before fences lined the plains/ With windy tales and cowboy poems, enough to drive a man insane
And you say there ain’t no place here for a cryin’ steel guitar/ Or songs about honky tonk or a cowboy’s broken heart, from another day and age when rich men bought the West/ Songs of young men hangin’ on just trying to do their very best
And you say I ain’t a cowboy sir, well then you tell me what is/ Could it be that times have changed the way a cowboy works and lives?/ So it’s alright if you don’t invite me to your cowboy rendezvous/ But let me remind you that Chris LeDoux was a cowboy singer too
You got a bonafied western litmus test for who’s cowboy and who ain’t/ Like a Sunday preacher deciding who’s a sinner and who’s saint/ All puffered up and proud in your bright silk paisley rag/ Could it be a mere coincidence that you forgot to cut the price tag?
And you say I ain’t a cowboy sir, well then you tell me what is/ Could it be that times have changed the way a cowboy works and lives?/So it’s alright if you don’t invite me to your cowboy rendezvous/ But let me remind you that Chris LeDoux was a cowboy singer too
Well son, we’re real glad to get your application to perform at our cowboy festival/ But this year we’ve decided that we’re only gonna have real cowboys at our event/ Now we’ll keep you on file, but in the meantime you might wanna go peal a bronc’ or two/ You know, get some horse manure on those square-toed boots of yours
Well I was four feet in the saddle when I was six years young/ On the back of my uncle’s ranch horse, he was as wise as he was strong/ He said just stay in the saddle son and he’ll take care of you/ ‘cause passing down the West, that’s what an old hand’s supposed to do
And you say I ain’t a cowboy sir, well then you tell me what is/ Could it be that times have changed the way cowboys work and live?/ So it’s alright if you don’t invite me to your cowboy rendezvous/ But let me remind you that Chris LeDoux was a cowboy singer too
Let me remind you that old Chris LeDoux, God bless him, he was a cowboy legend too
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12. |
Big Rivers Run Dry
03:12
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Ten years old, I ride my bike/ I can smell the freedom in the air/ My dad told me how it’s gonna change with houses and people everywhere/ Well I just cannot believe/ I pedal so hard and cry like a baby
Among green fields full of yellow corn/ Underneath blue desert sky/ Clouds don’t bring the water, nobody wonders why/ Big rivers run dry
Well, years go by and he was right/ I can see that dark haze fill the air/ And busy people, suburban streets, green lawn and concrete everywhere/ Well I still cannot believe/ Sometimes I wish I could cry like a baby
Among green fields full of yellow corn/ Underneath blue desert sky/ Clouds don’t bring the water, nobody wonders why/ Big rivers run dry
They say you can always go back home/ But for me, home is twenty years ago
Among green fields full of yellow corn/ Underneath blue desert sky
Clouds don’t bring the water, nobody wonders why/ Big rivers run dry
Ten years old, I ride my bike/ I can smell the freedom in the air
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