Under This Old Hat Chris LeDoux

never was the kind to wear my feelings on my sleeve But since I met you girl, there's been a world of change in me I've got to say I love you, hope you like the sound of that 'Cause I can't keep it under

This Cowboy's Hat Chris LeDoux

old cowboy friend of mine When some motorcycle riders started snickerin' in the back Started pokin' fun at my friend's hat One ol' boy said "Hey Tex where'd you park your horse?"

Real Live Buckeroo Chris LeDoux

Well I ain't the type of cowboy that you'll see on TVI wasn't near as pretty as Mama wanted me to beWell I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day longBreakin' in them broomtails and hummin' old dirty

Born To Follow Rodeo Chris LeDoux

Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife It aint much but its all you've got to eat You think of what your daddy

Old Red Chris LeDoux

Old Red was one of the orneriest yet I'd seen at the big rodeo He'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life Old Red had never been rode Meaner than sin, wild as the wind That blew on the Montana

The Passenger Chris LeDoux

my eyes I was thinking bout the wild times and the women that I'd had The deceitful things I'd done and those lies When standin' in the shadows at the side of the road Stood the figure of a withered old

Get Along Little Doggies Chris LeDoux

While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jinglin' And as he approached he was singin' this song Yippy ti yi yo

Daddy's Biggest Dream Chris LeDoux

I parked my old pickup behind the holdin' fence and rosined up my riggin Cause my old daddy said if I ride hard and take care of my gear I'd make it big But lookin' back I see that I've been on this circuit

Sons Of The Pioneers Chris LeDoux

west where the wild wind blows the eagle flies and the sage brush grows Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers Like that young cowboy from old

Where Is The Glory Chris LeDoux

When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' wellThere's fame and there's fortuneAnd glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trailSo I packed up my stuff in my old pickup truck to follow

Blue Eyes And Freckles Chris LeDoux

Blue eyes and frcles neath a white cowboy hat His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat He's one of the good guys it's plain to see Shore enough cowboy though he's only three There's a cute little

The Littlest Cowboy Rides Again Chris LeDoux

He's got a broomstick horse called, Dynamite his very favorite friend An old steed about four hands high that runs just like the wind There's not an outlaw in the badlands that he can't apprehend Whoopee

Rodeo Life Chris LeDoux

not refined or even polished And my speech it may be crude to most you see I guess that I was just born a dreamer But in my life I relish pride and being free My clothes are high heeled boots and a big hat

Take Me Back To Old Wyoming Chris LeDoux

The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the roadPickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from homeThe songs tonight I'm singin', Lord, they nearly make me cryTake me back to old Wyoming and the lady

I Do It For Me Chris LeDoux

Met a rodeo cowboy in BillingsKilling time, trading stories and beerAnd asked him how he made a livingRiding broncs and bull doggin' steersWell, he smiled as he tipped his hat slowlyHe said, friend, it

Back When We Was Kids Chris LeDoux

Well I grew up in the shadow of the Rockies in the grand old West yes sir I didAnd dammed if we didn't have us a bunch of fun back when we was kidsYea there was manure on our britches snuff pouchin' out

Hippies In Calgary Chris LeDoux

Well just down the hall in the ole hotel where me and old John stayed. Were some school marms, they'd come up from Dallas to party for a couple of days.

I Believe In America Chris LeDoux

This country's seen some hard times, lord knows she's deep in debt. She's comin' through another depression and for some it ain't over yet. We've all been divided, playin' our own selfish games.

Dream On Cowboy Chris LeDoux

, rosin for his riggin'A young man dreams of growing up to rideBuckin' broncs, Brahma bulls is just some wishful thinkin'Cause that cowboy, well, hes still too young to rideLeather chaps, a big white hat

John Ed Sang Cowpoke Chris LeDoux

When the rodeo was overWe're all go to the roomWe're drink some beer, relax awhileAnd sing some cowboy tunesThat old guitar we passed aroundIt was battered, scratched, and brokeBut Lord, it sounded mighty

Old Paint Chris LeDoux

I ride an old paint I lead an old Dan I'm off to Montan' for to throw the hooley ann They feed in the coulees they water in the draw Their tails're all matted their backs're all raw Ride around little

Old Jake Chris LeDoux

Now old Jake was a cowboy he'd worked his whole life on the rangeAnd he could rope, and he could ride with any man just half his ageOld Jake was my hero and me I was just a green kidAnd I prayed that someday

Dirt And Sweat Cowboy Chris LeDoux

Well Lord, I love this ranchin' with it's ropin' and brandin'But I don't like that farmin' at allIt's goodbye for the summer, this haying's sure a bummerAnd I'll be back to help you gather in the fallWell

Not For Heroes Chris LeDoux

There are songs about the heroes and the great things they have doneAnd the hell they went through to get this farBut this song is for the cowboy who never been a heroAnd the hard times he goes through

I'Ve Got To Be A Rodeo Man Chris LeDoux

Sometimes this old road Gets so damn lonesome away from home Ain't no way in sight, head on back Nobody knows the way it feels Suffer through this living hell Unless you've been on down that road yourself

Born In Mississippi Chris LeDoux

I was born in MississippiOn the Gulf of MexicoAnd I could hear the Gators a roar at nightOut on the old bayouI remember Spanish mossA hangin' from the cypress treesAnd the smell of honeysuckleOn the Mississippi

Go Riding, Young Cowboy Chris LeDoux

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number fourThe young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he woreThough his trophy buckle was old it told of the

Mighty Lucky Man Chris LeDoux

Well, I figure myself a mighty luck man with the simple few things I've got There's money in the pockets of these old wore out jeans I've got a trailer house and a lot My wife's good lookin' and a heck

Seventeen Chris LeDoux

When he was five years old his mom took him down to the round corral To watch his dad work the young horse they called Smokey man did that horse buck But his old dad just sat up there and rode him like

Dallas Days And Fort Worth Nights Chris LeDoux

Under the skies of old Big D he works a nine-to-five Bending steel and driving nails by phone in a suit and tie He fights traffic in his Mercedes to put on his cowboy boots Then he climbs on board his

The Last Drive-In Chris LeDoux

early morning light Said they stay till the job was finished if it took them till midnight There were cats and scrapers All caterpillars packed up by mile-high crane And it looked like monsters From the old

Wyoming Girl Chris LeDoux

ownYou can sing about your sweet Joly BlonYou can sing about them pretty gals down in TennesseeYou can sing your song about that Yellow Rose of TexasBut the one by the Powder River that runs through old

Homecoming Chris LeDoux

While driving down the last four miles of gravel road to home All the old familiar landmarks seem like long lost friends As he pulls in to the ranch he see's his mom hangin' out the wash And dad is ridin

Raised By The Railroad Chris LeDoux

boy who's raised by the railroad line And the big round penny that you lay on the rails And the wheels mash flat And a glimpse of the faces of the ladies And the picture of the men in the engineer's hat

Cadillac Cowboy Chris LeDoux

Ville Chug-a-luggin' up one side Slidin' down the other Well I'm a lover of the other side of the hill Turn up that radio Don't wanna think about a rodeo Don't wanna think about a round-up Up in old

Bad Brahma Bull Chris LeDoux

I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' you At forty a month a plum good buckaroo Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad You see, I

The Buckskin Lady Chris LeDoux

any time you got a rodeo, and I've got the entry fee,You can bet your boots my gal and I will come.ChorusWhoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of coloradoThat young pony was born to work the trail.Some old

The Last Sunset Chris LeDoux

Last night the lady she took you by suprise Threw a loop around your heart when she looked into your eyes Branded by the tender touch of her soft gentle hand Now this hard ridin' cowboy this wild driftin

Whatcha Gonna Do With A Cowboy Chris LeDoux

I can see you got your eye on this old cowboy, And I can tell you've never had one for your own, Or you've never been around one, Now you're thinkin that you've found one, Well it might be kinda fun to

Simple As Dirt Chris LeDoux

Been like a rolling wheel in these fertile fields Since I was five years old Between then and now I bet I've pulled this plow About a million miles or so I have never been nowhere, oh, but I don't care

Workin' Man's Dollar Chris LeDoux

Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar In the pocket of his old blue jeans I ain't like my Wall Street brother He's in a bank so shiny and clean Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled Tattered and stained

When The Rodeo Comes To Town Chris LeDoux

Most of the time, things are pretty sublime in this little one horse town Well they close all the stores and they roll up the steets When the evenning sun goes down But the fourth of July flags will be

Silence On The Line Chris LeDoux

fall in San Diego Bus headed north one headed south I call a farm in Colorado And I lift a dusty pay phone to my mouth She says hello I say it's me hon Sorry I stayed away so long Tell the kids their old

Working Cowboy Blues Chris LeDoux

range The livestock markets down and it don't look like it's gonna change Nobody's found a cure for what we are goin' through But I'll tell you boys just what I'm gonna do Well I'm gonna saddle up old

Hometown Cowboy Chris LeDoux

He was just a hometown cowboy his belly kind of fat Acme boots up on his feet and a big U-roll-it hat He entered in the bull riding he did it on a dare To please his little sweetheart with the long blond

The Bucking Machine Chris LeDoux

I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine The kids they were

Tie A Knot In The Devil's Tail Chris LeDoux

Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a roundup camp last fall Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons and may be a dog or two

Just Riding Through Chris LeDoux

Pack up your old guitar cowboy roll up your old sleepin' bagIt's time you got to movin' cause your life is startin' to dragYou ain't leavin' nothin' but faces the same stars watch you at nightThat same

Melodies And Memories Chris LeDoux

Old melodies and memories, keep runnin' through my mind. We'd listen to the radio to hear our favorite song, Drivin' down a country road, we'd laugh and sing along.

Millionaire Chris LeDoux

When we ride around in this old town, In a beat up car, with the windows down.