Lyrics:
corral,
Now, Bo Diddley didn't stand no mess,
He wore a gun on his hip and a rose on his chest,
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger,
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger,
Down at the old corral
And it's not the skunks that are stinkin'
It's the stinkin' lies you tell, yeh
What did your mama tell you about lies
She
the Rio Grande
And we come to town just to hear the band
We know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bout the big corral where the doggies go
We
to town just to hear the band.
I know all the songs that the cowboys know,
'bout the big corral where the doagies go,
'cause I learned them all
know
'Bout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah
I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing
Too hot
hopped and he drives to the ranch
I stayed 'til mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck.
Down in the horse corral
change
I tried to hold him in the home corral but the grasses were greener outside
So I'm gonna sit here in front of this door
And I've loaded up my
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
hopped and he drives to the ranch
I stayed 'til mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck
Down in the horse corral
Se mira relampaguear
el cielo esta encapotao
vaqueros para el corral
arrien a todo el ganao.
La noche se viene encima
procuren pronto llegar
know
'Bbout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah
I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing.
Too hot
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack.
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Recorded by Hank Snow
As the night softly fell down upon the old corral
And the moon into the blue sky made its way
Not a sound could be heard but
keep him in my corral
But he says he's just a pal
Never comes around to try my
Home cookin', home cookin'
Life is cruel, I was a fool to roam
the evening pale
Her appaloosa's
Kickin' in the corral smelling rain
There's a low thunder rolling
'Cross the mesquite plain
But there's just dry lightning
know
'Bout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah
I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing.
Too hot
mustaneros were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever hold
The silver palomino
In my dreams bareback I ride
plucked like rose pedals
Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions
Wack MC's only lasted one season
The morale was low at the corral
Adjective
keep him in my corral
But he says he's just a pal
Never comes around to try my
Home cookin', home cookin'
Life is cruel, I was a fool to roam
stressin' me
Before you be restin' in peace
On the West we OK Corral
Real talk nigga that's how it go down
Yeah, we can set it straight
Dogg Pound Gangstas
te raptan o te asaltan
qué poca verdad de Dios
La neta de las netas
nos faltan gallos
crías de cualquier corral
giros, prietos, colorados,
bien
the evening pale
Her appaloosa's
Kickin' in the corral smelling rain
There's a low thunder rolling
'Cross the mesquite plain
But there's just dry lightning
is quite the life for me
I meet a guy, his name is Al
I wanna keep him in my corral
But he says he's just a pal
Never comes around to try my
know
'Bbout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah
I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing.
Too hot
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