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Buck Or Two Buckaroo
04:30
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Just a Buck or two buckaroo
Aint never bought nothing brand new
Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots
Just a buck or two buckaroo
My horse is just as broke as me
He’s got ringbone and an arthritic knee
When I say my ol’ horse is broke
he’s about as lame as my best damn joke
I guess this winter we’ll be sharin’ feed
Room, board and blanket with my steed
Hope that hoss can keep me dry and warm
I traded my best wool jacket for ‘em
Just a Buck or two buckaroo
Aint never bought nothing brand new
Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots
Just a buck or two buckaroo
I got the finest rope i could afford
That aint sayin’ much when you're dirt poor
It’s a little kinked up and the ends comin’ loose
Every time I miss that’s my best excuse
Learned everything I know from Louis L'amour
Spaghetti westerns and the sawdust floor
Will Rogers surely taught me more
Than the best damn school couldn't afford
Just a Buck or two buckaroo
Aint never bought nothing brand new
Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots
Just a buck or two buckaroo
I remember the last time I payed the askin' price
I was six years old it was 1995
You’d think I was tryin' to buy this man's wife
Over 25 cents on a pocket knife
I’ve been lookin' for new spurs, chaps and a saddle
Home on the range to raise my cattle
Only problem is, I haven't got a single cent
I guess I'll keep worryin' 'bout payin' my rent
Just a Buck or two buckaroo
Aint never bought nothing brand new
Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots
Just a buck or two buckaroo
Just a buck or two buckaroo
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Ode To Dive Bars
03:02
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Let me tell you a story of an old greasy spoon,
a honky tonk dive bar, a roadhouse saloon.
Once a boogie 'til you puke joint forty years ago.
Now a rundown motel tables bolted to the floor.
There's a boombox on the jukebox both with out of service signs
As if they'd both once worked but they've served their time
A sign on the wall read 'fight once barred for life'
It was busted down the middle from a rowdier night.
The only fried chicken left is necks and a gizzard
The waitress is workin' double duty an ol' lot lizard
I'd never seen gravy so thin in my life
Coffee so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Conversations are scarce if you'd call 'em that.
Grunts between gulps and chewin' the fat.
Beer soaked funny pages hung on the ice chest.
Like they once had a sense of humor but that's all that's left.
Tip jar is empty except a cigarette and a dime.
There's an old blue tick hound just watchin' the flies.
The jar of pickled eggs has seen better days.
Only one egg left discoloured and misshaped.
All the smokers round the ashtray like moths to a flame.
I really oughtta quit, one of 'em proclaims
The cook and dishwasher are having a smoke of their own.
Finest grass in the county, hydroponically grown.
There's a shower round back, coin operated.
It's a just like home only more dilapidated
'diner and lounge' the neon sign once displayed.
Now it reads 'die alone' as clear as day..
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Happy Clowns
03:23
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Every night step on stage and do my best to engage
folks that won't look me in the eye
Every night I lay awake and think about the things I say
wonder if they heard my best line.
Sometimes I think I have it made
and the audience has stayed
to hear me out and hear my songs
But most times to no surprise
the empty look behind their eyes
sells me out and tells me I was wrong.
And that is why, even us happy clowns cry
All I wanna do is make em laugh but my heart slowly breaks in half
as another song goes unheard
I do best to make 'em smile they get and inch for mile
and take a piece of me with every turn.
Another bar, another town, another drink I hurry down
it's gettin' harder now to see the light.
Another 13 hours to go. To play another empty show
hopin' I can pay the band tonight.
And that is why, even us happy clowns cry.
Even on the better nights, when the bar is full and band is tight
and the people are dancing, I'm feelin' proud
All it takes is a memory to come chasin' after me
to make you feel alone in the crowd
I wonder how my sweethearts been, and she wonder if I’m behavin'
or did I finally wind up in jail.
I know I won't be gone that long and she'll be fine all on her own
so I paint on my smile. pour out my heart. Pack up my gear and hit the trail
And that is why, even us happy clowns cry
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Sweet Peach
02:13
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There's nothin' funny 'bout love so true
But me and my honey have a hullabaloo
Stick yer nose up high go on and point your fingers
But that gal and I are gonna have a humdinger
They can talk on the town we’ll knock 'em dead
And when they all come down we’ll paint the whole thing red
They try and be quiet with their jokes and jeers
but we don't buy it we both got big ears
Call it puppy love or fools rush in
I love a belly rub and got drool on my chin
We might look dumb and we probably is
We aint that young but we're still crazy kids
She’s my sweet peach and your life’s the pits
Go on and shake our tree we aint under it
Get on our train or get off our tracks
To say it plain we aint lookin' back
There's nothing I want more in life
Than to have sweet Laura as my wife.
There's nothin' funny 'bout love so true
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Oldest Story Ever Told
03:11
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Well excuse me, there stranger
Are you sittin' all alone
I'd be willin' to wager
You won't be lonely long
like a storm clouds silver linin'
Or the neon's warm glow
Behind the darkness and your pining
Is the oldest story ever told
Did he tell you he loved you?
Did he say he'd never leave?
And that's all you had to hold on to
Love's lies are easy to believe
She said don't bother
I'm aint worth it
I aint lookin' for company
She couldn't be farther
From worthless
But I guess she wont be believin' me
Did he tell you he loved you?
Did he say he'd never leave?
And that's all you had to hold on to
Love's lies are easy to believe
Well excuse me stranger
I should be leavin'
I can tell when its my time
She said hey neighbour
Next time I'm greavin'
Maybe I could listen to you lie
And I'd tell you I love you
And that I'll never leave
I'll be there to hold onto
My heart is all that's up my sleeve
Yes I'd tell you I love you
And that I'll never leave
I'll be there to hold onto
My heart is all that's up my sleeve
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Good Ol' Nights
04:37
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The good ol' days can't be all gone
The good ol' sun still waits 'til dawn
And there’s still work to do in that good ol' way
There’s always time for good ol' nights between the good ol' days
They say patience is a virtue
But an impatient man is always on time
A little waitin’ never hurt you
but if you wait too long you’ll be out of your prime
The good ol' days can't be all gone
The good ol' sun still waits 'til dawn
And there’s still work to do in that good ol' way
There’s always time for good ol' nights between the good ol' days
If hindsight is twenty twenty
That's why you look so good in memories
Nostalgia I’ve had plenty
To forget is to be set free
They said only time will tell
time has told me I have been a fool
A man should never dwell
On things he can’t undo
The good ol' days can't be all gone
The good ol' sun still waits 'til dawn
And there’s still work to do in that good ol' way
There’s always time for good ol' nights between the good ol' days
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Rawhide
03:42
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Way up north across the great divide
There lived a man who lived to ride
He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side
Made from rawhide
His Stetson’s seen more dirt than a gopher
Had it since he was a young goat roper
Used to touch his ears now it goes right over
Lucky like a 4 leaf clover
His buckle said his name 'til it got ground down.
On the side of a trailer by an on'ry cow
His pants are held up by suspenders now
When he goes into town
Yeah when he goes into town
Way up north across the 49
There lived a man who lives to ride
He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side
Made from rawhide
Saddles so rode all the toolin's gone
And where it broke he tied it right back on
That saddle alone is worth its own damn song
Still holdin' on
He used to work stock on a big feed lots
Now he just workin' on tying knots
He’s got a couple fingers usedta have lots
'Til that loop got caught
'Til that loop got caught
Way up north across the 49
There lived a man who lived to ride
He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side
Made from rawhide
You could tell his truck from the edge of town
By exhaust belchin' and that awful sound
He’s drivin’ his ex wife’s corolla now
Its cheaper to get around
He spends most nights at the hotel bar
Come rodeo time he’s a regional star
Sellin' cowboy wisdom out the trunk of his car
25 dollars a jar
Only 25 dollars a jar
Way up north across the great divide
There lives a man who lived to ride
He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side
Made from rawhide
Way up north across the 49e
Lives a man who lives to ride
Might be gone by now if not for pride
Now he’s made from rawhide
He was made from rawhide
He was made from rawhide.
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Boots & The Hoots Drumheller, Alberta
"Hardcore, traditional, songs of leavin', drinkin', and losin', but mainly drinkin', all enhanced by a tight rhythm section
and plenty of of steel guitar. " - Country Music People Magazine 5 Star Review of "III"
" Wittily crafted, downtempo western melodies, a cactus in the ass of modern, power-ballad country crooners that forgot the music of their grandfathers." -EXCLAIM! Magazine
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