الأغاني:
Ledoux Chris

While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along His hat was throwed back and his spurs were jinglin' And as he approached

Since I saw that rodeo in 1965 I had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive I went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare And I thought

On a cold Montana morning on the road to Idaho I watched her order hot and black to go In her boots and spurs and blue jeans And the lonely in her eyes

She's not a kid anymore she can hide her age in these dim lights Waitin' tables in this bar ain't what she's lookin' for The short years fly by but oh

I know I hurt you but I never meant to It's you that I'm fondest of I know you need me but I must be free Cowboys ain't easy to love Somethings that

I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U At forty a month a plum good buckaroo Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad Well, you look

His name was Twister he lived in the pasture Right down from my daddy's farm They say there's a cowboy who once tried to ride him Now he's mending fences

Rollin' down a long highway, out to New Mexico Driftin' down to Santa Fe, to ride a bull in a Rodeo He's hooked on a feelin', addicted to a natural high

Well, my car broke down it's in the ditch Wish I was the son of someone rich I'd throw hundred dollar bills out on the road And I'd catch me a ride to