there" I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley Aware of the fool I had been Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester And entered Amanda's again Where
, I ain't down but I can't get up yet It's a long ride back to the way I want to feel Sun down across the plain, I've bee sore before I'll be sore again
Dem draw fi Dem vest (dem vest) Gold an diamond Wicked man intercept (intercept) Pack up mi saddle And decide to make a flex Way back inna di
was then And baby, all bad things gotta come to an end So tonight I'm throwing caution into the wind Getting down to the business of living again Back in the saddle
times Pretty girls that like my rhymes You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny I'm back off in the saddle
out See your trousers don't taper Saddle up, kick your feet Ride the range of a London street Travel to a local plane Turn around and come back again
, nobody knows Where the traveller goes, nobody knows A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside (Maybe he's on the run?) Get back
had been some cattle stealin' by some no count outlaw bands We'd all been branded rustlers by the big ranchers of this land Well, it was us against
lie This ain't my first ride I've saddled up and bruised my hide a time or two It's true I'm not a brand-new man I've been around the block and back again
sunset We blaze this hay In the midst of a Conflict that's Crucial Here we become bogus on the hunt Notice how we speak this bump If you wondering what is rodeo THEN SADDLE
him, just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again A yellow haired woman leaned out of her window Watched as he passed her way She drew back in fear
at the moon till I lose my senses Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in Wildcat Kelley, back again in town Was sitting by
He rode easy in the saddle he was tall and lean At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean Could make a man look so downright strong But one look
it was then And we all believed him and when he would finish We'd ask the old cowboy to tell 'em again You could almost hear those prairie winds blowin' His saddle
Hunger , In The Saddle Again I Just Can??T Say No Thunder , The Call Of The Wild That's When I Got To Go Never Got Enough Always Back For More I??M On
makin' moves Beware of the frustrated nigga know what I'm sayin' Ride the pale horse, triumphantly Put a saddle on his back, take him to hell and back