When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger Out on the front porch we would ride we would ride Little red cowboy boots, little red cowboy hat And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flys
Mama would come out and say it's time to come in I said I ain't going nowhere mama, don't ask me again I was just an outlaw riding on the trail Knocking over stage coaches riding on the rails
I'm going to Galleywinter A place where all the cowboys ride The place where all the outlaws hide Away from the men who want to kill them for what they done I'm going to Galleywinter I'm going to Galleywinter
My sister'd come out and say Where are you going anyway? I'm going to Galleywinter and there ain't no girls allowed I guess things are different now Times have changed A girl is nice to have with you when you're riding on the range She can make you breakfast, talk to you at night You can argue about things you never thought you'd argue about in your whole life
Twenty-five years older Ranger ain't here no more Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford Baby say where you want to go I said I don't know maybe Mexico Anywhere where tequila flows is all right with me yeah I'm going to Galleywinter A place where all the outlaws hide A place where all the cowgirls ride You know that it's all right with me I'm going to Galleywinter I'm going to GalleywinterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
