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 way out across the plains
It's a land of red blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides high above the
And makes his in the rocks that overlook the valleys
Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods
This is ranch country has for more than one hundred years
Well things have changed since the early days
But there's still a thread of character and
That thru from one generation to the next
You can see it out the way folks sit a horse
You can hear it in the way talk
And when the is all done there's nothing they like better
Than to get together at the one-room under the red wall
For down homegrown western Saturday night
Well the calving's all done and the brandins'
Hayin' start for a week or two
ain't but one thing left to do it's time to celebrate

One two three
Headin' west out of town on a road folks are comin' by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode better bring your appetite
a right hand turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in the old school
Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my tight
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 raise a ruckus tonight
From the 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 Saturday night

Well the little kids are playin' tag out
Someone's peekin' through the outhouse
And if his mom could see him she'd a heart attack
And he'd a hard time sittin' down
Now, the cowboys are starting to sweat
The teenage are playin' hard to get
And it's driving them crazy but the night's yet
Give um time 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
a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the harmony of a morning dove
For the couple in the fallin' in love
On another down home time homegrown western Saturday night

Now the midnight supper really hit the spot there's beef and pie and in a pot
And if you drank to I'll tell you what it'll sure get you back on your feet
Well the old sitting by the schoolhouse door
Grinin' at the kids dancin' the floor
And remember the way it was years ago how the memories taste 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 Faded Love to the Cattle Call
The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till clear fall
Well have another down home good time homegrown western night