JOHN DENVER lyrics - Forever, John

Rita Ballou

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(Clarke) She could dance and slow you 'bout, shuffle to some cowboy hustle. How she made those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine. Wild-eyed in Mexican silver, tricking dumb old cousin Willard into thinking that he got her this time. Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you. She's a rawhide roping velvet mixture, walking, talking Texas texture, high-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl. She's a queen of the cowboys, look at old Willard grinning now, boys, you'd have thought there's less fools in this world. Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you. Good luck Willard, and here's to ya, and here's to Rita, I hope she'll do ya right all night. But I wish I was a fool in your shoes. Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you. Lord, I wish I was in Texas, I would ride a bull for you.

Bucky The Bull

JEWEL "The Merry Goes 'Round"
There was a bull named Bucky It seemed he ran out of lucky You see Bucky Didn't wanna buck That was a problem you see Cause he was on his way to Tallahassee The main attraction At the tri-county rodeo He dazzeled 'em from Dallas to Dakota Into the air he’d throw ya And if you’d stay on his back You'd win the gold He had quite a reputation A tornado of devastaion But he was mellowing now As he was growing old Still you’d hear ‘em say... [Chorus] Step right in, step right up Come see Bucky the bucking bull buck He's a mean hombre, with big scary horns Many mamas curse the day he was born Come on in and get your ticket here Your safe in the stands, you got nothing to fear Watch the cowboys test their luck See if they got the right stuff Watch Bucky the bucking bull buck He arrived at the rodeo around ten He had a star trailer to lay in And around him he saw the other bulls Warning up They loaded him into the chute His rope not to tight, not too loose And a rookie named Garret Climbed upon his back It became the same old routine He had seen it all There was no thrill it seemed The dream had died long ago But still you’d hear ‘em say [Chorus] The cowboy nodded his head and said “Let ‘er rip!” The chute gate opened and they moved out quick But Bucky hardly bucked and the cowboy cursed "Come on now, give me your worst!" There was such passion in the young man’s voice Bucky came alive, well he had no choice He said "ok cowboy, buckle in Were gonna dance Were gonna dance Hang on to your pants! And now you hear ‘em say [Chorus]

Cowboy Bill

GARTH BROOKS "Garth Brooks"
He told a good story and all of us kids listened 'Bout his life on the border and the way it was then And we all believed him and when he would finish We'd ask the old cowboy to tell 'em again You could almost hear those prairie winds blowin' His saddle a creakin' 'neath his old faded jeans You could taste the dry dust from the trail he was ridin' As he sat there and painted those west Texas scenes And the grown-ups would tell us You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' you lies But to all of us kids Cowboy Bill was a hero Just as true as his blue Texas skies He told of a time when he rode with the Rangers Down on the pecos and he saved the day Outnumbered by plenty, they were almost too cover With thirty banditos headed their way He looked back just in time to see a horse stumble The captain went down and Bill pulled up on his rains And through a flurry of bullets he rescued the captain And they rode for a sunset, just the story remains And the grown-ups would tell us You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' you lies But to all of us kids Cowboy Bill was a hero Just as true as his blue Texas skies Well I still remember the day that it happened We waited and we waited but Bill never showed And the follks at the feed store said they hadn't seen him So we set out for his place down Old Grist Mill Road And we cried when we found him lying there with his mem'ries The old trunk wide open, things scattered about He was clutchin' a badge that said Texas Ranger And an old 'yeller' letter said Texas Is Proud And the grown-ups that told us You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' lies Well now they're all sayin' Cowboy Bill was a hero Just as true as his blue Texas skies Just as true as his blue Texas skies

Rodeo Hand

JOHNNY CASH "Sings The Ballads Of The True West"
He's a rodeo hand a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed Rollin' where the urge tells him to go And all this cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees To get him to the next big rodeo Now most athletes take alfalfa pills and super B's A cowboy don't need all that motern stuff A cowboy's gotta be lean and mean he trains on caffine and nicotine And them all night drives help to make him tough He's underfed and under paid and too damn hungry to be afraid Some where between the crazy and insane Cowboys ain't afraid pf dyin' shoot he'd even ride a red eyed Lion If you'd show him where to take the rein Now the only coach a cowboy needs is a growlin' gut that says come on let's eat So tonight cowboy you better make a winning ride Bout the only thing that makes him go Is that big gold buckle waitin' down the road And a bad case of too much cowboy pride

I'm No Heroine

ANI DIFRANCO "Imperfectly"
You think I wouldn't have him Unless I could have him by the balls You think I just dish it out You don't think I take it at all You think I am stronger You think I walk taller than the rest You think I'm usually wearing the pants Just 'cause I rarely wear a dress Well... When you look at me You see my purpose, See my pride You think I just saddle up my anger And ride and ride and ride You think I stand so firm You think I sit so high on my trusty steed Let me tell you I'm usually face down on the ground When there's a stampede I'm no heroine At least, not last time I checked I'm too easy to roll over I'm too easy to wreck I just write about What I should have done I just sing What I wish I could say And hope somewhere Some woman hears my music And it helps her through her day 'Cause some guy designed These shoes I use to walk around Some big man's business turns a profit Every time I lay my money down Some guy designed the room I'm standing in Another built it with his own tools Who says I like right angles? These are not my laws There are not my rules I'm no heroine I still answer to the other half of the race I don't fool myself Like I fool you I don't have the power We just don't run this place

All Around Cowboy

JOHNNY CASH "Look At Them Beans"
Just a broken down cowboy all down on his luck He's been through the best of his friends On a long lonesome highway and an old pickup truck Crossed Texas with a hot dusty wind He was all around cowboy 1959 from the top it's been a long way down Since the whiskey and ladies started winning his time They rode him high and hard to the ground But he remembers the thrill of bein' a winner And the feeling of bein' a beginner in the days of his first rodeo But there was something about winning that didn't last forever But tomorrow it's bound to get better he'll be the all around cowboy again The windmills're turning on the west Texas plains but he's dry as an old river bed He's just like the dust that's a searching for rain but he knows he'll be ridin' again So he rolls up a smoke and he sips his Old Crow Whipes the whiskers that cover his chin He grins as he dreams of the next rodeo to be the all around cowboy again But he remembers the thrill...

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