Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds it's way out across the
a land of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the
Where the and the cottonwoods grow
This is ranch country has been for more than one hundred
Well things have changed some the early days
But there's still a of character and tradition
That runs thru one generation 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 like better
Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse the red wall
For another down homegrown western night
Well the calving's all and the brandins' through
don't start for a week or two
There ain't but one thing to do it's time to celebrate

One two four
Headin' out of town on a blacktop road folks are comin' by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode better bring along your
Take a right turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in the old yard
Gonna up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a ruckus tonight
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 time homegrown western Saturday night

Well the 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 time sittin' down
Now, the young cowboys are starting to
The teenage are playin' hard to get
And it's them crazy but the night's young yet
um time 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 shining
There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the harmony of a morning
For the in the moonlight fallin' in love
On another home good time homegrown western Saturday night

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 it'll sure get you back on your feet
Well the old sitting by the schoolhouse door
at the kids dancin' around the floor
And they remember the way it was years ago how the memories taste so
yi-ay 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 till clear fall
Well have down home good time homegrown western Saturday night