Тексты песен «Chris Ledoux»

I went to see the preacher To teach me how to pray He looked at me and smiled Then that preacher turned away Said, "If you want to tell him something You ain't gotta fold your hands Say it with your heart, your...

I went to see the preacher to teach me how to pray He looked at me and smiled then that preacher turned away. Said you want to tell him something, you ain't gotta fold your hands. Say it with your heart, your soul, and...

When I was just a very young lad I walked up and I told my dad A bareback rider's what I wanna be I want the whole world to know about me In the rodeo arena I'll take my stand I wanna be known as a rodeo man I'll...

Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle Old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw He dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next show Till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall There's a weathered old face like leather...

It's good to hear your voice after all this time I've been told I'm hard to find It's raining here but I'm keeping dry And for me that's doing good To tell the truth there ain't much to know I've dealt some cards...

You need a man to get lost it With a heart big enough to roam No more fences for you to look through With your heart caught in a strangle hold I've got a love full of wide open spaces I've got a big love wild and...

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow crying and a hearse a-rolling slow And I guess that Devil's passed this...

There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand Listen to that Norther sigh if we don't get home we'll die But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann only seven miles...

Well, there's a special place in my memory, Where I keep the pictures of a time an' place I left far behind. An' I know the years have probably colored the way it really was back Then. But still...i like to take the...

Blue eyes and freckles 'neath a white cowboy hat His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat He's one of the good guys, it's plain to see A shore enough cowboy though he's only three There's a cute little filly...

I was born in Mississippi on the Gulf of Mexico And I could hear the Gators a roar at night out on the old bayou I remember Spanish Moss a hangin' from the cypress trees And the smell of Honey Suckle on the...

Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife It aint much but its all you've got to eat You think of what your daddy said if...

I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine The kids they were all lined up...

Wild as a coastal Barronca Swift as the wind blowing free With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night Somewhere up there he's waiting for me And he knows that I'm coming' for him And I just can't rest...

Hold tight with a leather fist Watch out when he starts to twist That's what their daddies' used to tell them boys How to ride them bulls I got a jingle in my jeans Sore places in between And I'm leavin' on a saw...

Well, the well went dry and the cow did too Daddy didn't know what to do The banker came by the house one day He said he's gonna take the farm away Then mama came up with a plan My brother and me started up a band...

Well, the well went dry and the cow did too Daddy didna??t know what to do The banker came by the house one day He said hea??s gonna take the farm away Then mama came up with a plan My brother and me started up a...

Intro Storm clouds are building above the timber line The lightning's flashing across the mountain side The thunder's rollin' down the canyons of his mind Somewhere beyond the great divide The bugle of the bull elk...

Well its good to see you folks tonight I hope you got your hats on tight And I hope you're ready to hear some cowboy songs You can listen up or party down have a cup or stick around There ain't no blues gonna hang...

I look out to the east of the Colorado sky The canyons are throwin' dust in the storms eye And the storms gettin' angry I know that its so It's fixin' to blow away a little more of Colorado It seems to be a twister...