Song Lyrics
one good woman and two little boys
Tryin to stand through the pain, one good woman and two little boys
sometimes you re the bottle that holds lightin bolts
but you ll be a dead man if you don t quite ridin them colts
old childhood dreams and unexplained forces
Damned old cowboy you re broken again, damned old buckskin all full of the fire
Soft in the round corral gentle and light, soft in the round corral gentle and light
old childhood dreams and unexplained forces
Damned old buckskin all full of the fire, now you re down on your back again perkeset high, still its horses that bring you true joy
old childhood dreams and unexplained forces
Old childhood dreams and unexplained forces, soft in the round corral gentle and light Hill, stoned like the look in your eye
damned old cowboy you re broken again
Sometimes you re the bottle that holds lightin bolts, now you re down on your back again perkeset high
Sometimes you re the bottle that holds lightin bolts, but you ll be a dead man if you don t quite ridin them colts
old childhood dreams and unexplained forces
And all that you are comes down to horses, but you ll be a dead man if you don t quite ridin them colts
Damned old buckskin all full of the fire, still its horses that bring you true joy
And all that you are comes down to horses, stoned like the look in your eye, sometimes you re the bottle that holds lightin bolts
Stoned like the look in your eye, stoned like the look in your eye, and all that you are comes down to horses
man can you feel that burn in your shoulder
And all that you are comes down to horses, one good woman and two little boys Brenn, and you re pullin out leather and cussin in vain
Now you re down on your back again perkeset high, damned old buckskin all full of the fire
And all that you are comes down to horses, and all that you are comes down to horses, damned old cowboy you re broken again
just a quiver and a change on the wind
Now you re down on your back again perkeset high, old childhood dreams and unexplained forces, damned old buckskin all full of the fire
Damned old buckskin all full of the fire, but you ll be a dead man if you don t quite ridin them colts Brenn, soft in the round corral gentle and light
stoned like the look in your eye
Soft in the round corral gentle and light, soft in the round corral gentle and light
sometimes you re the bottle that holds lightin bolts
And you re pullin out leather and cussin in vain, one good woman and two little boys