Lyrics:
an shook my world
Love ain't no game its a battle
Strap on your boots an that saddle
Love ain't no bliss its a fracas
So lets get married tonight in Vegas
crazy about a bow legged boy
In tight jeans and boots that rope rides the chutes
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you
Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
They all have gun, they all will travel
Give me back my boots and saddle
Mm hmm, my baby loves the Western
Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
They all have gun, they all will travel
Give me back my boots and saddle
Mm hmm, my baby loves the Western
my migraine out
So get me to the stable
where they break mustangs
get my boots and saddle
get my boomerang
This living in the present
and paying for
We like boots and saddles
We love girls and guitars
We let romance and passion
Turn our heads and rule our hearts
Old bandanas and blue jeans
to carry on my ride
Up on my horse as high as Willie, I can see the other side
What may sound like ten dollar words just cost a buck or two
A hat and boots
His forty-four his boots and saddle
Wait six feets under, ahahah
In a narrow grave six by three
Poor Jimmy rests, poor Jimmy's dead
Riding across
dead to choose
La Honda
I want to pass through you again
cpple Jacks and down the road
There was Boots and Saddles
To the bend where San Gregorio meets
the country
Dress her up in denim
Coveralls and new Justin boots
Sit her in the saddle
Fix her up with some tackle
But she don't know the first thing to do
frequently secretly fond of each other.
Say, what do you think all them saddles and boots was about?
And there's many a cowboy who don't understand the way
gettin' all the stress in your mind
Knowing you're my one and only
Take off everything, but you boots
Saddle up, ride it like a pony
Girl, you, you make it
to, so baby here's to
Getting back in the saddle
Putting boots in the gravel
Leaving her memory in an ol' dust cloud
Ditching this missing him
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
think all them saddles and boots was about?
There's many a cowboy who don't understand
The way that he feels for his brother
And inside every cowboy,
on and feed it (uh-huh)
This groove so funk even your momma feelin' freaky
So saddle up
And let it loose
This that country boogie knock the dust off your boots
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
hundred thousand cash backstage at Ellen wildin'
Get right wit cha', Saint Laurent boots on Gucci saddles
Met Gala, dab capital (dab) abracadabra
You can
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
always believed
That your boots and your saddle are all that you need
No miracles happen, no angels appear
But there were three men were standing there
I
Let me saddle up
Lace my boots
And go for a ride
Two step my way down inside
Not from here ya I know that I lied
But what can I say
A guys gotta try
cash backstage at Ellen wildin'
Get right wit cha', Saint Laurent boots on Gucci saddles
Met Gala, dab capital, abracadabra
You can tell, but don't
She grabs the brush out of the barn
Catch the palamino for a ride
Saddle up in the morning
Gotta keep him exercised
Riding's in her blood
She knows
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