Lyrics:
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
thrown in the towel too many times
Out for the count and when we're down
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
From the end of the world to your
Southern Plains Cowboy Church String Band
By Melvin E. Knoblett
Well I got up in the morning and I headed down '34.
With my 6 string packed, I'd
chest hahaha
[Papoose:]
The soldiers get trained by the leutinent
The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain
General, when I was young I got
glass that he keeps in the till
Since cowboy took us for a ride with this counterfeit fifty dollar bills
Oh I bet that ring was made outta glass and he's
HEY
>From side to side from front to back Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I put Detroit City back on the map by Singin HEY HEY HEY HEY
Kid Rocks in the house
In an Arizona town one day
Bill Venero heard them say
That a band of Apache Indians
Were on the trail that way
Heard them tell of murder done
Three
us
You boys keep your distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas
they call him Doc Loveless
He's going around saying he took the game from us"
Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin'
But he ain't
This is the story of Tweedle-O Twist
And a cowboy that I knew named Tony
From Blithe Fresno old Sant
Joe Washoe go rodeo
Pendleton Santa Ana Baker
a cowboy with no horse, indeed…
Arrangements and production by C. Saiz, C. Zumieta & X. Salinazarmendaritz.
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
maiden, I was made by an Irish man
He was a guitar man from Texas and he played his six strings hot
He was a renegade leader of a Cherokee band before they
by the door
Since you don't wanna stay anymore
You can have your space, cowboy
I ain't gonna fence you in
Go on ride away, in your Silverado
by the door
Since you don't wanna stay anymore
You can have your space, cowboy
I ain't gonna fence you in
Go on ride away, in your Silverado
Yeah Yeah
Pick your sides, pick your sides
The time is now
Yeah
I don't know who you ridin with...
But you better be riding with us
Warriors,
while others hate the noise
Respected by all--------- We're the WhiteTrash Cowboys
Hard riding, Corvette driving,trailer park surviving
Wer'e
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
She
bucks
When the day is done
And the hats been hung
We bow our heads and pray
Thank the lord above
For all his love
And given us the cowboy way
Underneath
A cowboy with his sweetheart stood beneath a starlit sky
Tomorrow he was leaving for the lonesome prairie wide
She said "I'll be your lovingbride
started called the Cowboys?
[Sadat X]
These are just my Wild Boys, my man from the BX
Most of why'all call me Sadat but over there they call me DX
the 4 wheel drive never getting stuck
Come hit the mud pit with us
While we do some stunts
And show you how them southern Cowboys
Live it up
Down in
were shot down by the National Guard troops
Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes
School shot down cause there's no more to lose
Now we're
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
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