Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds way out across the plains
a land of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides high above the
And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the
Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods
This is ranch country has been for more than one years
Well things have changed some the early days
But there's still a of character and tradition
That runs thru from one to the next
You can see it out here the way sit a horse
You can it in the way they talk
And when the work is all done there's nothing they better
Than to get together at the schoolhouse under 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
There ain't but one thing left to do it's to celebrate

One two three
Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are comin' by the load
For a good time alamode better bring along your appetite
Take a right hand turn through the cattle
Park it down in the old school
Gonna kick up my with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight
Yippee 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 tonight
From the butterfly to the jitterbug me and my gonna cut a rug
Wild Bill's out that old square mug
On another down home good time homegrown western night

the little kids are playin' tag out back
Someone's through the outhouse crack
And if his mom could see him she'd have a attack
And he'd have a hard time sittin'
Now, the cowboys are starting to sweat
The girls are playin' hard to get
And it's them crazy but the night's young yet
um time they'll come around
Yippee and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
We come here to party and not and whittle while the moon is shining bright
There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the of a morning dove
For the couple in the moonlight fallin' in
On another down home good time homegrown western 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 sure get you back on your
Well the old couple by the schoolhouse door
Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the
And remember the way it was years ago how the memories taste so sweet
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar 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 till clear next fall
Well have another down home good homegrown western Saturday night