Ca sĩ: Garth Brooks

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Pushin horns weren't easy like the movie said it was And I don't recall no dance hall girls Or hotel rooms with rugs You worked hot and tired and nasty Rode your pony's head too low There were all the nights you couldn't sleep 'Cause it was too damn cold And you'd sing "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe" Like the time we hit the river And the rains began to fall And the water was risin' so damn fast We thought it'd drown us all We lost a lot of steers that day And four to five good mounts But when all the boys rode into camp We knew that's what counts And we sang, yippie ti yi yay and "Amazing Grace" Or the night they broke behind us And then took us by surprise I whistled out to Bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes And he rode for all his horse would ride And I know he done his best But he crossed over Jordan ridin' Dunny to his death And we sang "Bringing in the Sheaves" and "The Rugged Cross" So when you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice He never meant to bow them legs Or put that gravel in his voice He's just chasin' what he really loves And what's burnin' in his soul Wishin' to God that he'd benn born a hundred years ago Still singin' "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe"