Music
Night Hawk (2016)
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Big Balls in Cowtown
Big ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
Big ball's in Cowtown
We'll dance aroundWorkin' on the railroad
Sleepin' on the ground
Eatin' saltine crackers
Ten cents a poundBig ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
Big ball's in Cowtown
We'll dance aroundI'll go to Cowtown
I'll dance around
Board up your windows
The big boy's in townBig ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
Big ball's in Cowtown
We'll dance aroundPut on your new shoes
Put on your gown
Shake off them sad blues
The big ball's in townBig ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
Big ball's in Cowtown
We'll dance aroundEverybody's smilin'
You can't find a frown
The girls are all happy cause
The big ball's in townBig ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
Big ball's in Cowtown
Big ball's in townWritten by Hoyle Nix � Copyright � Downtown Music Publishing LLC -
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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. -
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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 lightNot 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 againThough 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)
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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 shovelStay 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 longerSittin' 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 greenStay 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 longerWell 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 storeStay 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 longerStay 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 longerWritten by Bob Wills, Tommy Duncan � Copyright � BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Johnny Bond Publications, Peermusic Publishing -
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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 stewThe 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 -
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(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 -
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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 -
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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 -
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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
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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
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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 tombstoneThey 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
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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
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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
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Taz DiGregorio/Greg Wohlgemuth
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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