Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn
And winds it's way out the plains
a land of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the glides high above the canyons
And makes his nest in the that overlook the valleys
Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods
This is ranch country has been for more one hundred years
Well things have some since the early days
But there's still a thread of and tradition
That runs from one generation to the next
You can see it out the way folks sit a horse
You can it in the way they talk
And when the work is all done there's nothing like better
Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse the red wall
For another homegrown western Saturday night
the calving's all done 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 folks are comin' by the pickup load
For a western good alamode better bring along your appetite
a right hand turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in the old yard
Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my 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
From the to the jitterbug me and my lady's gonna cut a rug
Wild crackin' out that old square mug
On another down home good 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 heart
And he'd have a time sittin' down
Now, the young cowboys are to sweat
The girls are playin' hard to get
And driving them crazy but the night's young yet
Give um they'll come around
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar on the fiddle
We here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is shining bright
There's a coyote from 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 western Saturday

Now the midnight really 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 sure get you on your feet
the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door
Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the
And they remember the way it was years ago how the memories so sweet
Yippee 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 to the Cattle Call
The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around clear next fall
Well have another down good time homegrown western Saturday night