Amateurs de rythme bonsoir Mesdames et messieurs good evening, how to you do? Votre ami Joe Finger's Ledoux est de retour pour vous plaire And folks this
Je suis un voyou Quand ils prennent la porte Qu'y a trop biere entre les notes Que je peux pu jouer de fox trot Je me paye un Blues A la Finger Ledoux
Wild as a coastal Barronca Swift as the wind blowing free With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night Somewhere up there he's waiting for me
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
Well, the well went dry and the cow did too Daddy didn?t know what to do The banker came by the house one day He said he?s gonna take the farm away Then
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
I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin' To make money so I could live in luxury But the life behind a desk in a building Would be like a prison
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
I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen Is that bucket
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
She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air 'Cos the old cattle trail, well, it weren't anywhere
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
Feel like I'm gettin' into something good Don't want to stop, so I'm knocking on wood I think my streak of bad luck is over I'm rolling in a field of
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
I used to want to be a cowboy Spent my childhood dreamin' that Wearing spurs and boots and six guns And a big ten-gallon hat Chasin' outlaws, savin'
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
Darling, I need my freedom I've been my own man so far I never felt so free 'til I got wrapped up in your arms I know the heartaches Love can sometimes
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
