hair in my eyes like a highland steer spring in my step like a white tailed deer hitch in my hip like an old sheep dog puff up my chest like a big bull
Oversættelse: Lund, Corb. Hår In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer.
feelin kinda gambley and i don?t see much of my friends these days cuz except whitey and gravy, they like a game and my neighbor brent says i got a
knowed about an old alberta oilman chewed a tin a day till he was ninety two he passed away a true western original near the end he liked it sprinkled
mine the good lord knows i do the best i can on the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here i am i got the black horsehair on my big bass bow a
a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn
to hell well out on the back quarter there's a cabin waitin there where my little gal and i can keep the world out of our hair at my little foothills
as they come and it was almighty western and none of us thought it would end but finish it did, with a bang and a whisper and now i must leave you my
truck We all thought ?lord are we in luck!? But he wouldn?t come anywhere near us, Mighty neighborly, mighty neighborly. So we used a lot of our backs, a
the graves the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we're lucky white man light a
miss it by a country mile trouble in the country, trouble country style don?t think twice or you?ll miss it by a country mile we took a bulldogger
mass product at quite a pace it won't be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place these notes that you've been paying with are a little
We all thought ?lord are we in luck!? But he wouldn?t come anywhere near us, Mighty neighborly, mighty neighborly. So we used a lot of our backs, a
an edge on yr knife, son, always keep an edge on yr knife cuz a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge against the vague uncertainties of life yes, a good sharp edge is a