Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Mountains
And winds it's way out the plains
a land of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks overlook the valleys
Where the and the cottonwoods grow
This is ranch country has been for more one hundred years
Well things have changed some the early days
But there's still a thread of and tradition
That runs thru from one generation to the
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 down homegrown Saturday night
the calving's all done and the brandins' through
Hayin' don't start for a or two
There but one thing left to do it's time to celebrate

One two three
Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are by the pickup load
For a good time alamode better bring along your appetite
Take a right turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in the old yard
Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy and hold my woman tight
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle 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 lady's cut a rug
Wild Bill's out that old square mug
On another down good time homegrown western Saturday night

Well the little kids are playin' tag out
Someone's peekin' through the crack
And if his mom could see him she'd have a attack
And have a hard time sittin' down
Now, the young cowboys are starting to
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 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 fallin' in
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 back on feet
Well the old couple sitting by the door
Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the
And they remember the way it was 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 to party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love 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 time homegrown western night