Like a broncy cayuse that never had no use I'm desperately fighting to ride all the time These hard working fingers they take some time to linger On that foolhardy man of mine I was hoping he'd be there at home But instead I just watched the lawn grow But I'm glad he can be where the winds blowing free So I followed him walking his pace In a wild and windy place Through rough rivers churning he left with no warning
Cause they're hard running critters and wild eyed quitters Kicking up all they can find That fool hardy man of mine That fool hardy man of mine
My mind's too gentle a place for his rowdy and wounded face And I'm bleeding and stumbling and constantly fumbling at the end of the race So I guess I'll just let the fool win Cause this chasing gets ugly as sin And I'll pull back the reins on the plans I had made
Cause they're hard running critters and wild eyed quitters Kicking up all they can find That fool hardy man of mine That fool hardy man of mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
