At a truck stop in St Angelo Saw a bill board about this rodeo This weekend out in El Paso So I signed up to ride
I drew a bull called “original sin” Heard he’d killed a couple of men Figured this was something I could win Cause the devil was on my side I was havin’ myself one hell of a ride But I ended up disqualified That bull just up and died Before they blew the whistle
CHORUS With those north Texas blues, Thought id paid all my dues Then those south Texas blues, Told me “son, you ain’t through” Had the east Texas blues and the west Texas too I’ve done all I know to do, Tryin to lose, tryin to lose, These ol’ Lone Star Blues.
Well I got laid off at Brown and Root Then on my way back to Cut'N'Shoot I lost my wrist watch and my boots Shootin’ dice with a dude from Houston Well there ain’t no jobs here workin’ cattle So I got on the part time haulin’ gravel With some outfit from Seattle out here building custom homes
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Well I gassed my truck and I packed my clothes Turned in my key and I hit the road I said “cow town’s where I’ll go, You never know, I might get lucky!”
Well I got a friend there turning knobs At a place called Billy Bobs Said thought he could get me a job there Workin’ as a bouncer First night on the job was just insane Some ol’ boy got all deranged Hit me in the head with a Harley chain To this day, my ears still ring!
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I’ve done all I know to do, Tryin to lose, tryin to lose These ol’ Lone Star BluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
