歌曲 | No Ordinary Man |
歌手 | Tracy Byrd |
专辑 | No Ordinary Man |
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作词 : Byrd, Dycus, Williams | |
(Lonnie Williams/Frank Dycus/Tracy Byrd) | |
Eight seconds ain't very long to live | |
But tonight he barely made five | |
He gave all that he had to give | |
But the big bull won tonight | |
He climbs into that old pickup | |
Black coffee in his hand | |
Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
He's got a gold buckle on his mind | |
And he don't ride to lose | |
Tomorrow night he'll nod and yell outside | |
And they'll turn his future loose | |
But no matter how bad he hurts | |
He'll tip his hat to the fans | |
Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Well Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Well Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary | |
He's an extra ordinary man |
zuo ci : Byrd, Dycus, Williams | |
Lonnie Williams Frank Dycus Tracy Byrd | |
Eight seconds ain' t very long to live | |
But tonight he barely made five | |
He gave all that he had to give | |
But the big bull won tonight | |
He climbs into that old pickup | |
Black coffee in his hand | |
Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
He' s got a gold buckle on his mind | |
And he don' t ride to lose | |
Tomorrow night he' ll nod and yell outside | |
And they' ll turn his future loose | |
But no matter how bad he hurts | |
He' ll tip his hat to the fans | |
Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary | |
He' s an extra ordinary man |
zuò cí : Byrd, Dycus, Williams | |
Lonnie Williams Frank Dycus Tracy Byrd | |
Eight seconds ain' t very long to live | |
But tonight he barely made five | |
He gave all that he had to give | |
But the big bull won tonight | |
He climbs into that old pickup | |
Black coffee in his hand | |
Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
He' s got a gold buckle on his mind | |
And he don' t ride to lose | |
Tomorrow night he' ll nod and yell outside | |
And they' ll turn his future loose | |
But no matter how bad he hurts | |
He' ll tip his hat to the fans | |
Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
He tried other kinds of work | |
But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
Oh he loves the smell of a | |
Brahma bull | |
The feel of leather in his hand | |
Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary | |
He' s an extra ordinary man |