Lyrics:
to Billy Joe Shaver
And I'm reading James Joyce
Some people they tell me
I've got the blood of the land in my voice
Everybody got all the money
the blackeyed peas
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There are five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plough
And Mama
on a prayer
that it don't turn out wild
While I'm in a
Dark corner In a bar By a table
With an Ol' Jukebox playin' Billy Joe Shaver
I toast a glass of cheap
what to do, since then....since then...
(....the kids, I need some, I need some food, my kids are starving)
We've got to raise atlantis from
attended ""The Cowboys' Christmas Ball.""
The music was a fiddle and a lively tambourine
And the big imported by stage from Amboline
And the room was
I got ten toy soldiers for Billy Joe I got coloring book for Sue
I got a little toy train for Danny boy and a cowboy suit for Loui
I got a talkin'
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans,
HATS OFF TO THE COWBOY
RED STEAGALL & JOE MERRICK 1989
The city folks think that it's over
The cowboy has outlived his time.
An old
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
whiskey
Your rum or your beer
There's something much better that's waiting us here
It sits by the fire beneath the gum-tree
Blackened and boiled and billy
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
I got ten toy soldiers for Billy Joe I got coloring book for Sue
I got a little toy train for Danny boy and a cowboy suit for Loui
I got a talkin'
down on the sand
That night
And Billy Joe brought some beers
They all sat together, they laughed at freshman year
Oh we were so young then
Billy said
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
Lord cares and watches over him
We are our brother's keeper, why can't we understand
You're a rock and roll cowboy with a burnin' desire to play
You
the wide, blue, skies
He's young and he's eager
To go it alone
Mustangs and cowboys
Are destined to roam
Will had always been good with the horses
He
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
That's the way we Roll
(solo)
(bridge)
This place is hoppin'. Big dogs are barkin'
when we get rockin' there's no stoppin'.
Trouble startin' boys here we
with not being caught by police
Was running hot
Like a crap's player on a streak
When you hit it, you just run with it
He always told me
We had so much
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
with my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans,
is John Wayne Lopez
On a ranch down in South Texas, by the Rio Grande side
Was a bull named El Diablo, it was said no man could ride
Many a cowboy
Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
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