Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out west where the Powder runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds it's way out across the
It's a land of red blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle high above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the
the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow
This is ranch country has been for more than one hundred
Well things have some since the early days
But there's still a thread of and tradition
That runs thru from one to the next
You can see it out here the way sit a horse
You can hear it in the way talk
And when the work is all done there's they like better
Than to get together at the one-room under the red wall
For another down homegrown Saturday night
Well the calving's all and the brandins' through
Hayin' start for a week or two
There ain't but one thing left to do it's to celebrate

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

Well the little are playin' tag out back
Someone's peekin' the outhouse crack
And if his mom could see him she'd a heart attack
And he'd have a hard sittin' down
Now, the young are starting to sweat
The teenage are playin' hard to get
And it's driving them crazy but the night's yet
Give um they'll come around
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 while the moon is shining bright
There's a coyote howlin' the hills above to the harmony of a morning dove
For the couple in the fallin' in love
On another down home good time homegrown Saturday night

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