Night Hawk (2016)
Night Hawk (2016) Tracks
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BIG BALLS IN COWTOWN
Big ball's in CowtownWe'll all go downBig ball's in CowtownWe'll dance aroundWorkin' on the railroadSleepin' on the groundEatin' saltine crackersTen cents a poundBig ball's in CowtownWe'll all go downBig ball's in CowtownWe'll dance aroundI'll go to CowtownI'll dance aroundBoard up your windowsThe big boy's in townBig ball's in CowtownWe'll all go downBig ball's in CowtownWe'll dance aroundPut on your new shoesPut on your gownShake off them sad bluesThe big ball's in townBig ball's in CowtownWe'll all go downBig ball's in CowtownWe'll dance aroundEverybody's smilin'You can't find a frownThe girls are all happy causeThe big ball's in townBig ball's in CowtownWe'll all go downBig ball's in CowtownBig ball's in townWritten by Hoyle Nix - Copyright - Downtown Music Publishing LLC -
BILLY THE KID
In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new-made widow crying and a hearse a-rollin' slow I guess the devil's passed this way again. There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze. He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees And he's dealing in a game that he can't win. [Chorus:] Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21, Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun. Every notch you carve on your six gun Has a bloody tale to tell. You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell. Those fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed Can't take away the traces of the men that you've left dead As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head And now the Wheel of Fortune starts to turn. Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand And I guess you'll go down shootin' and like all branded men When you shake hands with the devil you get burned. [Chorus:] Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21, Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun. Every notch you carve on your six gun Has a bloody tale to tell. You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell. -
NIGHT HAWK
We'd worked ourselves senseless Drivin' dry cattle, no water in sight As we sat 'round the fire And cursed the barbed wire A stranger broke into our light Not knowin' no better Some fool went for leather But a whispered "I wouldn't" Put an end to the fight Then he said, "I'm for hire. "You need a rider. "And I don't mind ridin' at night." [Chorus] Go light on the Night Hawk He don't smile, he don't talk To strangers, and seldom to friends And you'll do well to listen When he asks you to leave him alone He won't ask you again Though the man is a myst'ry The story is hist'ry How a range fire came Like a thief in the night Took his young wife and babies His would-bes and maybes And burned out the love in his life [Chorus] Go light on the Night Hawk He don't smile, he don't talk To strangers, and seldom to friends And you'll do well to listen When he asks you to leave him alone He won't ask you again (Tom McKeon, Ron Peterson) -
STAY ALL NIGHT (STAY A LITTLE LONGER)
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill 'Cause the bridge's washed out At the bottom of the hill Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level Plow my corn with a double shovel Stay all night, stay a little longer Dance all night, dance a little longer Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner Don't see why you can't stay a little longer Sittin' in the window singin' to my love Slop bucket fell from the window above Mule and the grasshopper eatin' ice cream Mule got sick so they laid him on the green Stay all night, stay a little longer Dance all night, dance a little longer Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner Don't see why you can't stay a little longer Well you ought to see my blue eyed Sally She lives away down on Shinbone Alley The number on the gate, number on the door The next house over is a grocery store Stay all night, stay a little longer Dance all night, dance a little longer Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner Don't see why you can't stay a little longer Stay all night, stay a little longer Dance all night, dance a little longer Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner Don't see why you don't stay a little longer Don't see why you can't stay a little longer Written by Bob Wills, Tommy Duncan - Copyright - BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Johnny Bond Publications, Peermusic Publishing -
GOODNIGHT LOVING TRAIL
Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing, You beat the triangle and you curse everything. If dirt was a kingdom, they you'd be the king. On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail, Our Old Woman's lonesome tonight. Your French harp blows like the low bawling calf. It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin. Get in there and blow out the light. With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments, too, You can do anything that a doctor can do, Except find a cure for your own god damned stew The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone, The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn. You're still sitting there, lost in a song. The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone, The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn. You're still sitting there, lost in a song. I know that some day I'll be just the same, Wearing an apron instead of a name. There's nothing can change it, there's no one to blame For the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage, Easy to look like an old torn out page, Faded and cracked with the colors of age. The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone, The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn. You're still sitting there, lost in a song. Written by Utah Phillips - Copyright - Music Management -
(GHOST) RIDERS IN THE SKY: A COWBOY LEGEND
An old cow polk went ridin� one dark and windy day Upon a ranch he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw A plowin� through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw Yippee-I-Yay Yippee-I-Yo Ghost Riders in the Sky Their brands were still on fire and thier hoofs were made of steel Their horns were black and shiney and thier hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky Yippee-I-Yay Yippee-I-Yo Ghost Riders in the Sky Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred , their shirts all soaked with sweat Their rindin� hard to catch that heard but they ain�t caught �em yet �Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky On horses snortin� fire... as they ride they hear their cry Yippee-I-Yay Yippee-I-Yo Ghost Riders in the Sky As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name 'If you want to save your soul from hell, you�re ridin� on that range then cowboy, change your ways today��or with us you�ll ride on tryin� to catch the devil�s herd across the endless sky' Yippee-I-Yay (Yippee-I-Yay) Yippee-I-Yo (Yippee-I-Yo) Ghost Riders in the Sky -
RUNNING WITH THE CROWD
Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me And don't waste your life on that ol' hangin' tree And don't think that size ever makes a man small You find out it's nothing at all They know a tension when the old words are said 'Don't cheat in poker and don't lose your head' Lost cowboys are human and bullets kill dead Six guns don't make a man tall 'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys Makes a man feel proud Do a honest day's work for the money you spend Be fast with the ladies and slow with the man Be kind to your horses and true to your friends And treat every mother's son fair Don't stay in town late on a Saturday night Don't let no one tease you into a fight 'Cause when they're saddled with guns There ain't nobody right It's a short trail that leads to nowhere 'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys Makes a man feel proud 'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys Makes a man feel proud -
OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL
Well, come along boys and listen to my tale I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm Trail Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. I started up the trail October twenty-third Started up the trail with the U-2 herd Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle Started out punchin' them long horn cattle Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. With my seat in the saddle and my hand on the horn I'm the best dang cowboy that was ever born Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. It's cloudy in the west and lookin' like rain And my danged old slicker's in the wagon again Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. The wind began to blow and the rain began to fall And it looked like we were gonna lose 'em all Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. No chaps, no slickers and it's pouring rain I swear I'll never night herd again Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. I cripple on my horse and I don't know how Roping these long horn U-2 cows Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. Well, I went to the boss to draw my roll And the boss had me fugured nine dollars in the hole Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. Well, me and the boss we had a little spat So I hit him in the face with my ten gallon hat Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. The boss said to me, ''Well, I'll fire you Not only you but the whole darn crew.'' Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. I'll sell my horse, I'll sell my saddle And you can drive all your long horn cattle Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea. Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea -
CAN'T BEAT THE DAMNED OLD MACHINE
I met an old cowboy From Long Pine, Nebraska He was starin� out after a slow movin� train The station was empty, and we got to talkin� He poured out his heart to me in the rain � He said, �Son, I remember the wide open prairies When all a man could carry was all he would own But they branded the land with titles and fences And built up the cities where the free men once roamed � I rode with the best and we opened the West Been places that few eyes have seen When you�re out there, in time, you just get left behind �Cause you can�t beat the damned ole machine The words that he told me were cold as a tombstone They cut to the bone and I prayed he was wrong But I�ve heard it said ever since I was a small child That cowboys and engines just don�t get along � And you can�t beat the damned ole machine You can try, but you�ll never succeed And now there ain�t no room for people like me �Cause you can�t beat the damned ole machine � No, you can�t beat the damned ole machine You can try, but you�ll never succeed And now there ain�t no room for people like me, no more And you can�t beat the damned ole You can�t beat that damned ole You can�t beat the damned ole machine � Taz DiGregorio/Greg Wohlgemuth -
YIPPIE KI YEA
You're a tired little cowboy your eyes are half closed Let's put those six guns away You've been ridin' all day yippie ki yea That old stick horse you're ridin' is plumb tuckered out But he stayed with you all the way Let's give him some hay yippie ki yea Put your head on the pillow and dream for a while Bout heroes and desperate men That ornery old outlaw's done broke out of jail But tomorrow you'll put him back in Sweet dreams little cowboy I hope you sleep well I've just got one thing left to say You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea