Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out west where the River runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds it's way out the plains
It's a of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks that the valleys
the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow
This is ranch country has for more than one hundred years
Well things have changed some since the early
But there's a thread of character and tradition
That runs thru one generation to the next
You can see it out here the way folks sit a
You can hear it in the way talk
And when the work is all done nothing they like better
Than to get together at the one-room under the red wall
For down homegrown western Saturday night
Well the all done and the brandins' through
Hayin' don't 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 town on a blacktop road folks are comin' by the load
For a western good time better bring along your appetite
Take a hand turn through the cattle guard
Park it in the old school yard
Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman
Yippee yi-ay and a hey 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 jitterbug me and my gonna cut a rug
Wild Bill's crackin' out old square mug
On another down home good homegrown western Saturday 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 heart
And he'd have a hard time sittin'
Now, the young cowboys are to sweat
The teenage are playin' hard to get
And it's driving them crazy but the night's yet
Give um time they'll around
yi-ay and a hey diddle 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' from the hills above to the of a morning dove
For the couple in the moonlight fallin' in
On down home good time homegrown western Saturday night

Now the midnight supper really hit the there's beef and pie and coffee in a pot
And if you drank to much I'll tell you it'll sure 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 spit and whittle Faded Love to the Cattle Call
The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till next fall
Well have another home good time homegrown western Saturday night