Song | Let The Ponies Run |
Artist | Jerry Jeff Walker |
Album | Gonzo Stew |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Walker | |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker We held a funeral and a wake at the | |
Diamondback | |
Saloon With every old-time cowboy agathered in one room | |
Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they were young | |
Fearless buckaroos who always let the ponies run | |
I still see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun | |
Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we'd won | |
Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams | |
Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans | |
Cheyenne days to | |
Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road | |
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes | |
The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry | |
The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy | |
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean | |
But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we'd seen | |
Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren't that far from true | |
There wasn't a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn't do | |
And every year the finals drew us back to | |
OKC Shoulders, | |
Mahan, Steiner, | |
Vol, T-bone and old | |
Duffy And when the dust had settled and the last go-round was run | |
We stayed up all night singing songs 'til every song was sung | |
The broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes | |
And the trails we rode together, now we travel on alone | |
And the friends we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all | |
A little something's broken off each time a cowboy falls | |
Well adios amigos, see you down the line | |
I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times | |
And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young | |
Tell them | |
I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run |
zuo ci : Walker | |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker We held a funeral and a wake at the | |
Diamondback | |
Saloon With every oldtime cowboy agathered in one room | |
Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they were young | |
Fearless buckaroos who always let the ponies run | |
I still see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun | |
Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we' d won | |
Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams | |
Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans | |
Cheyenne days to | |
Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road | |
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes | |
The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry | |
The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy | |
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean | |
But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we' d seen | |
Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren' t that far from true | |
There wasn' t a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn' t do | |
And every year the finals drew us back to | |
OKC Shoulders, | |
Mahan, Steiner, | |
Vol, Tbone and old | |
Duffy And when the dust had settled and the last goround was run | |
We stayed up all night singing songs ' til every song was sung | |
The broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes | |
And the trails we rode together, now we travel on alone | |
And the friends we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all | |
A little something' s broken off each time a cowboy falls | |
Well adios amigos, see you down the line | |
I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times | |
And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young | |
Tell them | |
I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run |
zuò cí : Walker | |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker We held a funeral and a wake at the | |
Diamondback | |
Saloon With every oldtime cowboy agathered in one room | |
Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they were young | |
Fearless buckaroos who always let the ponies run | |
I still see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun | |
Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we' d won | |
Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams | |
Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans | |
Cheyenne days to | |
Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road | |
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes | |
The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry | |
The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy | |
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean | |
But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we' d seen | |
Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren' t that far from true | |
There wasn' t a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn' t do | |
And every year the finals drew us back to | |
OKC Shoulders, | |
Mahan, Steiner, | |
Vol, Tbone and old | |
Duffy And when the dust had settled and the last goround was run | |
We stayed up all night singing songs ' til every song was sung | |
The broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes | |
And the trails we rode together, now we travel on alone | |
And the friends we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all | |
A little something' s broken off each time a cowboy falls | |
Well adios amigos, see you down the line | |
I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times | |
And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young | |
Tell them | |
I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run |