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'Cause I'm her hoss if I never win a race
I'm her hoss if I never get out of the gate
If I stumble and fall I don't worry at all she'll wait
Hoss
Misguided
Misleader
Abuser
Hoss
fast holder
Controller
Breathtaker and Choker
Hoss
Denier
Debaser
Destroyer
Hoss
That boar Crooked flying
They call me Big Hoss, cause I'm big and I'm tall
And I always stay strapped in my overalls
So you never see me walking around no city sidewalks
had the blood
And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called the Rio Grande
I hoss wortn
I hoss wortn
I hoss wortn
I sogs eich in drei wortn: I hoss Wortn
Beim Wortn kriag i an dickn Hois
Wortn is ned ois
I hoss Wortn
Do spü
Well, there never was a hoss
Like the Tennessee Stud
Along about 18 to 25
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got
Through
Hoss Delgado
Rider of the night sky
Hoss Delgado
Killer of the sunlight
Hoss Delgado
Hero come too late
Hoss Delgado
Hear the dead celebrate
a move in this car and I've never lost, 'cause
It's a real boss hoss
Real boss hoss
It's painted in turn on red
Girls see it and it knocks 'em dead
as the real thing sometimes
Take a look at your hero try changing places
You might discover that you're two of a kind
Think of your "hoss" coming in
money jinglin' in my jeans.
I've got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine
Got a hundred and sixty million stars above
Got an old paint hoss, I'm
money jinglin' in my jeans.
I've got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine
Got a hundred and sixty million stars above
Got an old paint hoss, I'm
on a CD
Shape it up, trim 'er down, who gives a damn 'bout how it sounds?
I don't think Waylon done it that way
And if he was here he'd say "'hoss
don't love it, leave it:
Let this song that I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, hoss,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side
If you don't love it, leave it
Let this song that I'm singin' be a warnin'
When you're runnin' down our country, hoss
You're walkin' on the fightin'
Hank let's talk about your daddy tell me how your mama loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
thru the trenches dashing thru the snow
Young black and gifted ho ho ho
Mrs. Hoss trying kiss me under mistletoes
Checking off the wishlist giving as I
Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well, just break out a bottle, hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy
If you don't love it, leave it
Let this song that I'm singin' be a warnin'
When you're runnin' down our country, hoss
You're walkin' on the fightin'
had the blood
And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud
One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land
And ran smack into an Indian band
They
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
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said, "Betsy will you dance with me"
"I will now old Hoss if you don't make too free
But don't dance me hard do you want to know why
Doggone you I'm
no one, no one needs to know oh oh right now
(There's your record Hoss)
(Yup, there you go dude)
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