Miners came from Tennessee back in 1891 The west was still young and free like the early mornin' sun Diggin' into the mountainside lookin' for a streak
If you have the power where you are right now To change the seasons back somehow To highway 95 Cool September rain If you could be alive again?. Then
There's six hundred dollars tucked into his jeans Burnin' a hole in his heart He stares at the phone in a cheap motel And he knows that it won't get him
Or the way that I look in my BVDs Is it the jokes I tell The way I scream and I yell When she tries to watch one of her DVDs Like Pretty Woman or Notting Hill
Seven hundred miles before the sun comes up My savin' grace is in my styrofoam cup Every highway, every city I think I've seen them all I don't smoke
My name is Conley Elms I died in 1981 Gunned down in cold blood By an outlaw on the run On a cold gray afternoon I felt that bitter chill By the banks
to the Gyp Hill sand 'Neath the troubled Kansas skies And love was a taste he'd never known Sweet as any loop he'd ever thrown And Buffalo Brogan Hard as the Gyp Hill
It's a never-ending winter Monday through Friday 8 to 5 And baby sometimes it's a wonder That we even stay alive To meet our every obligation We stretch
Jeremiah rode a buckin' horse It was an unchained natural force They took a free, unguided course And the rest was history When all the girls in rodeo
Hot summer sun, rickies and lime Cool water wind passin' like time Runnin' down off the snow-capped mountain peaks Rollin' like waves on the shores of
All the simple things in life Like the colors of the fall Like an eagle on the wind High above the canyon wall Like the sound of the river Runnin' wild
Won't take it in a rest home Sittin' in a wheelchair Seen way too many a good man go down in there I'll take it in the Yellowstone From a Grizzler Bear
A hundred thousand smokin' cars Ev'ry single day All bumper to bumper Better build another highway Right through the wetlands And the farmland way out
We were out on Lightning Ridge In the center of a storm It was deep into October And I was fightin' to stay warm Stray cattle in the canyon And out on
I never was good at goodbye I couldn't stand to see her cry Lookin' out at the river all alone Cody stood behind me like a stone While she said goodbye
In a one-ton Ford In a cloud of dust Down the gravel road Headin' straight for us We're by the home corral In the mornin' sun We'll all be in love Before
Rode down Wolf Creek pass In the white autumn lightnin' October twenty-third Nineteen thirty-five I was one mounted rider I was ridin' alone On a gray
The canyon road Tall dark trees The cabin glow Smoke on the breeze It's a cold autumn night Rain turns to snow In the warm firelight I'm watchin' you
