Song Lyrics
I gotta ride on a bronc called certain doom and i need to show 85, keeps me comin back each time Supernaw, thinkin i should turn around
Must be damned old foolish pride, and i m wonderin if i m broken down
But there s something i feel down inside, she s searching through the mail at home for the check i never sent
another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent
And i m wonderin of i m broken down, another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent
must be damned old foolish pride
Thinkin i should turn around, keeps me comin back each time, another lonely motel room another lonely night
And i m wonderin if i m broken down, i gotta ride on a bronc called certain doom and i need to show 85
And the dream of ridin some day in the dome, me and my crazy mesquite cowboy mind
i gotta ride on a bronc called certain doom and i need to show 85
she s searching through the mail at home for the check i never sent
Must be damned old foolish pride, me and my crazy mesquite cowboy mind Supernaw, thinkin i should turn around
Pack up my belongings and go home, pick up my belongings and go home
She s searching through the mail at home for the check i never sent, keeps me comin back each time Doug, thinkin i should turn around
Keeps me comin back each time, but there s something i feel down inside
Must be damned old foolish pride, keeps me comin back each time
money s tight and mornings are rough cause at night i toss and turn
She s searching through the mail at home for the check i never sent, me and my crazy old mesquite cowboy mind, and i m wonderin of i m broken down
keeps me comin back each time
And the dream of ridin someday in the done, but there s something i feel down inside
and i m wonderin of i m broken down
Pick up my belongings and go home, i gotta ride on a bronc called certain doom and i need to show 85, pick up my belongings and go home
I gotta ride on a bronc called certain doom and i need to show 85, me and my crazy mesquite cowboy mind Doug, money s tight and mornings are rough cause at night i toss and turn
thinkin i should turn around
must be damned old foolish pride
But there s something i feel down inside, pack up my belongings and go home Cowboy, another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent
Another lonely motel room another lonely night, and the dream of ridin someday in the done
But there s something i feel down inside, keeps me comin back each time
me and my crazy old mesquite cowboy mind
but there s something i feel down inside
Another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent, another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent, must be damned old foolish pride
Thinkin i should turn around, but there s something i feel down inside Mind, lately i ve been gettin thrown landin hard and tastin dirt
thinkin i should turn around
I gotta ride on a bronc called certain doom and i need to show 85, keeps me comin back each time
But there s something i feel down inside, thinkin i should turn around
me and my crazy old mesquite cowboy mind
Pick up my belongings and go home, pack up my belongings and go home Mesquite, but there s something i feel down inside
another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent
pick up my belongings and go home
Me and my crazy mesquite cowboy mind, keeps me comin back each time
but it s not broken bones it s a broken heart that s causin me to hurt
Keeps me comin back each time, keeps me comin back each time
But it s not broken bones it s a broken heart that s causin me to hurt, thinkin i should change my course and head on home to here, another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent
Another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent, thinkin i should turn around
But it s not broken bones it s a broken heart that s causin me to hurt, she s searching through the mail at home for the check i never sent, lately i ve been gettin thrown landin hard and tastin dirt
must be damned old foolish pride
keeps me comin back each time
She s searching through the mail at home for the check i never sent, must be damned old foolish pride Cowboy, and the dream of ridin someday in the done
She s searching through the mail at home for the check i never sent, must be damned old foolish pride Doug, but it s not broken bones it s a broken heart that s causin me to hurt
