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Mom got drunk, and dad got drunk, at our Christmas party......
Pop a top again.
Red necks, white socks and Blue Ribbon Beer!
Well I love her.... But I love to fish... spend all day out on this lake and Hell is all I catch....
I grew up a-dreaming, of being a cowboy, and loving the cowboy ways.
Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison

And I went to pick her up in the rain

But before I could get to the station in the pick-up truck

She got runned over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me

And I never minded standin' in the rain

And you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even called me, well I wondered why you don't call me?

Why don't you ever call me by my name?

 
Mom got drunk, and dad got drunk, at our Christmas party......
Pop a top again.
Red necks, white socks and Blue Ribbon Beer!
Well I love her.... But I love to fish... spend all day out on this lake and Hell is all I catch....
I grew up a-dreaming, of being a cowboy, and loving the cowboy ways.
Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison

And I went to pick her up in the rain

But before I could get to the station in the pick-up truck

She got runned over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me

And I never minded standin' in the rain

And you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even called me, well I wondered why you don't call me?

Why don't you ever call me by my name?
Now I'm lyin here with Linda on my MIIIII-III-III-ind.

 
Mom got drunk, and dad got drunk, at our Christmas party......
Pop a top again.
Red necks, white socks and Blue Ribbon Beer!
Well I love her.... But I love to fish... spend all day out on this lake and Hell is all I catch....
I grew up a-dreaming, of being a cowboy, and loving the cowboy ways.
Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison

And I went to pick her up in the rain

But before I could get to the station in the pick-up truck

She got runned over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me

And I never minded standin' in the rain

And you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even called me, well I wondered why you don't call me?

Why don't you ever call me by my name?
Now I'm lyin here with Linda on my MIIIII-III-III-ind.
Well now she's back in her world and I'm still stuck in mine

But I know I'll always remember the time

A cowboy once had a millionaire's dream

And Lord I love that lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans

 
Mom got drunk, and dad got drunk, at our Christmas party......
Pop a top again.
Red necks, white socks and Blue Ribbon Beer!
Well I love her.... But I love to fish... spend all day out on this lake and Hell is all I catch....
I grew up a-dreaming, of being a cowboy, and loving the cowboy ways.
Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison

And I went to pick her up in the rain

But before I could get to the station in the pick-up truck

She got runned over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me

And I never minded standin' in the rain

And you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even called me, well I wondered why you don't call me?

Why don't you ever call me by my name?
Now I'm lyin here with Linda on my MIIIII-III-III-ind.
Well now she's back in her world and I'm still stuck in mine

But I know I'll always remember the time

A cowboy once had a millionaire's dream

And Lord I love that lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans
There only two things in life that make it worth livin'

Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women

 
baby, it's time we got to the basics of love...

Let's go to Lukenbach.

 
Living on the road my friend was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron and your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye and sank into your dreams

Poncho was a bandit boy his horse was fast as polished steel

He wore his gun outside his pants for all the honest world to feel
Poncho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' words ah but that's the way it goes
All the Federales say they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues all night long the way he used to
The dust that Poncho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
Day they laid poor Poncho low Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go there ain't nobody knows
All the Federales say they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Poncho fell and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold and so the story ends we're told
Poncho needs your prayers it's true but save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do and now he's growing old
(All the Federales say they could've had him any day)
They only let him GO SO LONG out of kindness I suppose
A few GREAT Federales say could've had him any day
They only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose

 
He looked down into her brown eyes and said say a prayer for me
She threw her arms around him whispered God will keep us free
They could hear the riders coming he said this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas they won't take me back alive

There were seven Spanish angels at the alter of the sun
They were praying for the lovers in the valley of the guns
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels took another angel home

She reached down and picked the gun up that lay smokin' in his hand
She said father please forgive me I can't make it without my man
And she knew the gun was empty and she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered when the rifles fired again

There were seven Spanish angels at the alter of the sun
They were praying for the lovers in the valley of the guns
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels took another angel home

 
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