Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And it's way out across the plains
a land of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle high above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks that the valleys
the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow
This is ranch country has been for more than one hundred
things have changed some since the early days
But still a thread of character and tradition
That runs thru one generation to the next
You can see it out the way folks sit a horse
You can hear it in the way talk
And when the work is all done nothing they like better
to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall
For another homegrown western Saturday night
Well the calving's all and the brandins' through
Hayin' don't start for a or two
ain't but one thing left to do it's time to celebrate

One two four
Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode better bring along appetite
Take a right hand turn through the guard
Park it in the old school yard
Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my tight
yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull down your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a ruckus
From the butterfly to the me and my lady's gonna cut a rug
Bill's crackin' out that old square mug
On another home good time homegrown western Saturday night

Well the kids are playin' tag out back
peekin' through the outhouse crack
And if his mom could see him she'd have a attack
And he'd have a time sittin' down
Now, the young cowboys are to sweat
The teenage girls are hard to get
And it's driving crazy but the night's young yet
Give um time they'll come
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
We come here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is bright
There's a coyote howlin' from the hills to the harmony of a morning dove
For the couple in the moonlight in love
On another down home good homegrown western Saturday night

Now the supper really hit the spot there's beef and pie and coffee in a pot
And if you to much I'll tell you what it'll sure get you back on your feet
Well the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse
Grinin' at the dancin' around the floor
And they the way it was years ago how the memories taste so sweet
yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar turn it up a little
We come here to party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love to the Cattle
The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till next fall
Well have another down good time homegrown western Saturday night