Let The Ponies Run 歌词
| 歌曲 | Let The Ponies Run |
| 歌手 | Jerry Jeff Walker |
| 专辑 | Gonzo Stew |
| 下载 | 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 |
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