| Don’t
Bury Me In Tennessee |
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It’s not where I was born
and raised
And it’s not where I want to die
It’s just a place I spent a lot of time
In the prime of my life
So when the good Lord calls my final day
I know right where I want to lay
In a valley out in eastern Oregon
Lay me to rest back out west
Don’t bury me in Tennessee |
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Bridge
Seemed no matter where I roamed
Part of me never strayed from home
And I always planned on goin’ back someday
It’s nothing ‘gainst the folks down
south
Goin home is what the songs about
And Oregon’s my final stop along the way |
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So when my soul’s
glory bound
Plant me deep in the sandy ground
Over looking silver creek in Oregon
Lay my body where my heart will be
Oregon’s
home for me
Lay me to rest back out west
Don’t
bury me in Tennessee |
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| Horsetradin |
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chorus
Horsetradin,
it's a laze fair let the buyer beware
Horsetradin he'll tell a low down lie with a sincere
stare
Horsetradin if he's talkin in circles then the
deal ain't square
He's the master in the fine art of pursuadin...horsetradin |
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Lookie here boys here's
a pretty good rig
he's got a workin trot and a short jig
he come off the ranch where he was born and bred
last of his blood the old stud is dead
he's a little bit nervous inside the ring
kids outback can ride him with a string |
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| Horsetradin |
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OF COURSE NOW HIS FEET NEEDS TRIMIN
LOOKS TO ME LIKE HE’S FOUNDERED |
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YOU’VE SEEN THAT BIG SKEETER
BITE ON HIS NECK
YEA THEY PROBABLY ACED HIM |
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HE’S A LITTLE FRESH WE AIN’T
RODE HIM MUCH LATLEY
UH HU EIGHT SECONDS OR LESS |
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HE’S GOT A PRETTY LITTLE HEAD
ON HIM
YEA IF YOU DON’T MIND THE LOOKS OF AN IRONIN
BOARD |
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THEY SAY THEY JUST WORMED HIM
YEA NOW YOU’RE TRYIN TO WORM ME |
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THEY SAY YOU CAN RIDE HIM WITH ANY
KIND OF BIT
YEA AS LONG AS YOU WIRE HIS MOUTH SHUT |
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THEY SAY THEY SHOWED HIM NCHA
YEA WHICH MEANS NOT COMIN HOME AGAIN |
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OR WAS THAT AQHA
YEA WHICH MEANS APT TO QUIT HAULIN AROUND |
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I’LL TELL YOU ONE THING HE’S
A GOOD ROPE HORSE
YEA THAT’S HOW YOU HAVE TO CATCH HIM |
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WELL HE’LL JUMP RIGHT IN YOUR
TRAILOR
THATA GOOD CAUSE I SEEN HIM JUMP OUT OF YOURS |
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NOW HE’S GOT ALL THE WIND
IN THE WORLD
YEA IT’S JUST COMIN OUT THE WRONG END |
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NOW HE’S GOOD AT OPENIN GATES
YEA YOU BRUSH UP AGAINST ONE AND HE’LL KICK
IT WIDE OPEN |
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THEY SAY HE RUNS TRIPLE AAA
YEA WHICH MEANS ALWAYS AWKWARD & AIMLESS |
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THEY SAY HE’S GOT A LITTLE
ARAB BLOOD IN HIM
I DON’T BELIEVE I’D TOLD THAT ONE |
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I BELIEVE HE’D BE A GOOD CUTTIN
PROSPECT
WELL I BELIEVE THAT’S THE FIRST THING I’D
DO TO HIM |
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THEY SAY THEY SHOWED HIM NRHA
YEA WHICH MEANS NEVER REALLY HAD ABILITY |
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| Second verse |
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Lookie here fellows he's
one of a kind
he's as right as rain if I'm lyin I'm dyin
I'll make you a price, he's worth every penny
I wouldn't even sell him but I got too many
he's king ranch waggoner doc bar bred
they tell me he's smarter that Mr. Ed |
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| Chorus |
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| I
Miss John Wayne |
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I’ve been looking for something
that’s missing in our world
And I wonder if my search is all in vain
Where’s the good guys where’s the
bad guys
Where has law and justice gone
Lord, how I miss John Wayne
All alone in the saddle with guns blazing in each
hand
With true grit in his teeth he held the reins
He charged hard into battle where a lesser man,
he woulda run
Lord, how I miss John Wayne |
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Chorus
He never backed down from a job that he
had to do
And he could cross the line from talking
with a clenched fist attitude
He knew right was right and wrong was
wrong
but today they seem the same
Oh Lord, how I miss John Wayn |
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Well I never thought I’d see
the day
when his time has come and gone
And now a man’s man is looked upon with
shame
What we’re needin’ in this world today,
is men with the guts to back up what they say
Lord, how I miss John Wayne |
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Repeat Chorus
Well, there’ve been a lot of cowboys who’ve
come and gone
Men like Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, Johnny Mack Brown,
Tex Ritter, Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys,
Jimmy Stewart, Bob Nolan, Cisco Kid,Tom Mix, Buck
Jones,
old Walter Brennan, Bob Steel, Ray Reed, Bob Crosby,
Hopalong Cassidy,Gabby Hayes,Ben Johnson, course
ol’ Louie Lamour,
They’re all cowboy heroes, and in many ways
they’re the same.
But, Lord,
How I miss John Wayne |
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| Old
Cowboy Blues |
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It's a fact that you’re getting
older,
man don't it seem like the winters are colder
You get tired so easily and you can't stand the
heat
That's just the old cowboy blues,
when you wear out your first pair of house shoes
you don't get as much done and work ain't as much
fun
as it used to be |
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Chorus
Still
you want to ride with the boys when you here that
noise
I swear it sounds like thunder
when they ride off the hill and down through
town
you can't stand that thumb your living under
cause there's places out there that you
ain't been
and you heard about cattle that's never been pinned
the hardest part of all is laying there
at night and wondering
if you still can |
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Don't it scare you that the roads
are shorter
and your old starter is starting harder
you finally figured out that you ain't made of
steel
that's just the old cowboy blues
when you wear out your first pair of house shoes
you used to be afraid that they wouldn't buck
now you’re afraid they will |
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| Repeat Chorus |
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That's the cowboy blues
the cowboy blues
the cowboy blues |
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| Palomino
Pal of Mine |
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Saddle up son the chores are all
done
The sun is goin’ down
You grab the beans, I’ll fill the canteens
We’ll make some tracks for higher ground
Cause the moon’s on the rise and stars in
the skies
Are gonna light the trail at twilight time
So mount up amigo my blonde headed bandito
Little palomino pal of mine |
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Lets hide in the sage go hold up
a stage
Like Butch and Sundance Kid
You be John Wayne I’ll be Lucas McCain
We’ll find out where the Wild Bunch hid
Cause the moon’s on the rise and the stars
in the skies
Are gonna light the trail at twilight time
So mount up amigo my blonde headed bandito
Little palomino pal of mine. |
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Resitation
We’ll whip Mexico at the old Alamo
You bet we Texican
What do you say we smoke out sittin’ bull
Give his feathers a pull
And they’ll call it Custer’s next
to last stand
And all them horse thiefs and rustlers and two
timin’ gals
Hey how about all the liberal democrats we can
find
Yea let’s round ‘em up and toss ‘em
in the OK corral
Little palomino pal of mine |
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All them IRS prowlers and sierra
club howlers
Handgun controllers and left wing high rollers
Dope smoking tree huggers and end zone jitter
buggers |
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We’ll round ‘em up and
toss ‘em in the OK corral
Little palomino pal of mine |
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| Saddle
Pals |
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Chorus
Saddle
pals, talk about saddle pals
you head ‘em, I’ll hock ‘em,
you sort ‘and I’ll work the gate
We’ll be the best of friends, ride together
‘till this trail ends
We’ll swap everything but gals, we’re
saddle pals |
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We’ll split the work and we’ll
half the check
You cut the cards and I’ll stack the deck
We’ll drag my trailer, and drive your truck
And use my good looks and your dumb luck
I’ll haze the steer and you pull my rope
I’ll oil the gear, you saddle soap
You tie one on and I’ll stay sober
And I’ll haul you home when the rodeo’s
over |
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Chorus
You prime the pump, and I’ll mud the tank
I’ll ride the drag and you take the flank
We’ll play cowboy until it bustes
You be Woodrow and I’ll be Gustes
I’ll cook you clean, I’ll rope you
bail
I’ll run your dogs while you’re in
jail
I’ll dehorn while you wag some hay
You |
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Chorus
And someday when we’re
old and gray
our working days are done
I’ll
bet we both look back and say
we were having too much fun |
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Chorus
Tag |
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| The
Hero Is A Clown |
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Cowboys have their own kind of heroes
Some livin’ in the shadows, some on the
silver screen
Tough men straight shootin as a fencerow
Standin’ rugged as a line pole,
And few and far between
But there’s a man you might not think of
as a hero
Because his reputation plays it down
But at a rodeo, ask any bull rider
He’ll even tell an outsider
His hero is a clown |
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Chorus
The buckles and the glory are only half
the story
In the legend of the man behind the frown
He’s as tough as any other
They trust him like a brother
To risk his life to keep em safe and sound
For the bull rider, the hero is a clown |
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Don’t let that painted face
fool ya
Cause he can sure enough school ya he’s
been down the road
From the finals all the way to little britches
He keeps ‘em in and out of stitches, both
young and old
So here’s to all the boys that work the
barrel
And all of them that fight ‘em on the ground
When the dust clears, they mark the ride and the
crowd cheers
It ain’t changed in a hundred years
The hero’s still a clown |
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Chorus/tag
From
Ty to Don To Jim to Freckles Brown
For the bull rider, the hero’s still
a clown
For the wild bull rider the hero’s
still the clown |
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| The
Swing I Love The Most |
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I love to swing up in the
saddle, riding out with the crew
swing a loop around some cattle,
while I'm straddled my old cayoose
I love to hear big balls in Cowtown,
passing through a swinging door
but the swing I love the most is when I hold my
darling close
and we go swingin' cross the floor |
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| INST. |
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There's wire that needs stretching,
calf that need catching
and plenty of horses to shoe,
you rarely meet a real cowboy that's got nothing
to do
there's hay that needs rakin' and colts that need
breakin'
and always the weather to fight,
we celebrate this way of life every Saturday night |
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I love to swing up in the
saddle, riding out with the crew
swing a loop around some cattle,
while I'm straddled my old cayoose
I love to hear big balls in Cowtown,
passing through a swinging door
but the swing I love the most is when I hold my
darling close
and we go swinging 'cross the floor |
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That old porch swing comes close,
but the swing I love the most,
is when we're swingin' cross the floor |
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| The
Yellow Stud |
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Out there on the prarie, a yellow
stud runs free
Runnin through the sagebrush and down through
the coolies
And there not far behind him a cowboy rides along
He’s gonna try to catch him and break him
for his own
The chase goes on all morning and through the
heat of day
The cowboy changes horses he’s staked along
the way
The yellow stud is growin tired and getting short
of wind
He runs into a trap corral the cowboy shuts him
in |
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The yellow stud with wild eyes the
feared hated man
Finally standin face to face in the hot desert
sand
The battle starts and rages on beneath the burnin
sun
The cowboy tried but couldn’t ride the yellow
outlaw stud
He sold him to the rodeo and it spread throughout
the land
The legend of the yellow stud the badest of the
bad
Then one day in Cheyenne we knew it had to come
The best of all bronc riders drew that yellow
stud |
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The wooden gate flew open the stud
he bailed out high
An explosion of yellow horse filled up the western
sky
The stud kept getting stronger and thrashin up
the earth
The cowboy blew a stirrup and crashed into the
dirt
So violently the stud had bucked that he slipped
and fell
When he went down his back bone snapped
The yellow stud lay still |
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As all the cowboys gathered round
him I heard Lyle Sankey say
There’ll never be another bronc like the
one that died today |
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But out there on the prairie theres’
a mare with mustang blood
And a little colt beside her…. A little
yellow outlaw stud |
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| Chad, this goes on CD # 1 |
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| There's
a Little Cowboy in All of Us |
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Hey daddy please help me I sure
need a hand
you see I'm saddling up but my pony won't stand
he's backed in the corner and he's kickin' the
wall
but since mom moved that toy box he’s a
little too tall
With his boots on the wrong feet and his holster
tied low
Saddlebag, saddle and a blanket bedroll
a little toy rifle he made from a broom
he'll ride cross the prairie right there in his
room |
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Chorus
And in his mind he's out driving a herd
toward the rail
headed north out of Texas on
the old Chisholm Trail
I'd love to ride with him but that pony
might bust
cause there's a little cowboy in all of
us |
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I said son where you headed, he
answered out west
well there's word they need riders on the pony
express
hey I might be a scout, dad, or a sheriff on TV
any outfit can use a top hand like me
Well I told him be careful don't die hard and
fast
take a deep seat if you’re riding into the
past
he said I'll be back by supper, bedtime almost
He grabbed the reins, pulled his hat down, and
he waved adios |
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Chorus
And in his mind he's out driving a herd
toward the rail
headed north out of Texas on
the old Chisholm Trail
I'd love to ride with him go stir up some
dust
cause there's a little cowboy in all of
us
you know as I step from his world back into my
own
I thought we're no different, he might be little,
and I'm grown
but we both dream ‘bout places that neither
one of us have ever been
heck I'm four and forty, and I'm still playing
pretend |
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Chorus
I wish I was out driving
a herd toward the rail
headed north out of Texas on
the old Chisholm Trail
I'll bury my new spurs in the ground
till they rust
There's not a little cowboy in all of us
Just a little cowboy in all of us |
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| True
Blue Heeler |
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Old friend, remember when we got
together
You were on the road and all alone like me
We hired on tending old Rink Goswins cattle
Sleeping in his barn and eating ham and beans
And at the sale in Chino Valley I’d tag,
you worked the alley
and all those rodeos we pushed the calves and
steers
you and I could move a herd, you always took me
at my word,
all those hours, the days, the months, the years,
through the dust and the rain, the bust and gain |
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Chorus
You’ve been a true blue heeler,
you’ve jumped every time I moved
And you walked every mile I rode
You’ve been a true blue heeler
You’re as solid and a rock, the best
friend I’ve ever known |
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I tell you what, we’ve done
it all back in our younger days
We cut a lot of shine and covered lots of ground
The only horse I had that never liked you much
was that clay bank bay
But buddy you’re still here, we sold him
by the pound
Boy you could bust ‘em from the
brush
Like a quail that just got flushed
And you could see a cow coming for a mile
And I still ain’t seen you quit,
even times when you got hit
Boy you made me proud, when I’d see you
crack a smile
Through the flood and the fire, the blood and
the wire |
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Chorus
You’ve been a true blue heeler,
you’ve jumped every time I moved
And you walked every mile I rode
You’ve been a true blue heeler
You’re as loyal as your name, the
best friend I’ve ever known
You’ve been a true blue heeler |
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| Unswung |
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Some people say I’m nothing
but a rounder
But I’m more what you call a good time buckaroo
Cause I never miss a day, I rope and ride for
pay
Then every night put on my dancing shoes
Well I can do the job of any two men
Then party twice as hard as any three
Yea, I still got what it takes, but lately my
mind makes
Appointments this old body just can’t keep |
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Chorus
Unswung, I’m still a fighter and a lover,
unswung
I just take longer to recover, and though I get
up slow,
I want you all to know, I still go toe to toe
with anyone
Unswung, I wake up crumpled as a peso, Unswung,
You can believe me when I say so,
An old buck knows the price, he’ll pay the
fiddler twice
First for swinging like he still was young
But worse for what it takes to get unswung |
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Well, there’s something to
be said for growing older
If you’ll just pace yourself and learn to
take your time
When a cowboy’s hair turns gray, chances
are you’ll here him say
I’m still waiting for the day I reach my
prime
So, listen up, you green and randy cowhands
This old bo’s hide ain’t hanging on
a wall
You go ahead and run to town, swing a gal or two
around
I think I’ll just walk down and swing ‘em
all. |
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Chorus
Unswung, I’m still a fighter and a lover,
unswung
I just take longer to recover, and though I get
up slow,
I want you all to know, I still go toe to toe
with anyone
Unswung I wake up stiffer than a collar, Unswung
Maybe that’s what made Bob holler.
An old buck knows the price, he’ll pay the
fiddler twice
First for swinging like he still was young
But worse for what it takes to get unswung |
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Tag
When you ache for what it takes you get unswung |
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