Billy John grew up just west of Waco He used to bare knuckle fight just for fun He was as wild as a Texas tornado And a bull ridin' son of a gun Then one Saturday night down in Jasper He drew a bull they called Dust Devil Rage And that twenty-two hundred pound hammer Laid Billy John in his grave
[CHORUS:] Now there's one less tornado in Texas And a saddle that's empty tonight There's one hell of a cowboy in Heaven At that big rodeo in the sky Ohh that big rodeo in the sky
My granddaddy rode in the thirty's He must have really been somethin' back then 'Cause all of my life I've heard stories About the buckle he didn't quite win Although he never got over his losing He's a bonafied hero to me And Lord knows I'm sure gonna miss him But I know he's in good company
[CHORUS x4]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
