
时间:2008-12-01
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Ropin' Pen (Album) - Trent Willmon
Every Friday afternoon
I hitch up the trailer
Saddle up ol' Rock an' ice down the cooler
Drive that back road until it ends
At the ropin' pen
There's rusted out pick
Ups an' fancy rigs
Twenty thousand dollar horses
Then there's my ol' stag
But we're all the same
The minute we ride in
To the ropin' pen
Well I ain't no Clayo Speed
But I give her hell
Hell you never can tell
Some day I just might be
We'll turn a few steers
An' tell a few lies
Kick back in the saddle
An' philosophise
Most of life's problems
We can prob'ly solve 'em
In the ropin' pen
We don't do it for the money
Hell we're always broke
Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan
What he'd pay to rope
He lost a couple of wives
An' the fingers on his hands
To the ropin' pen
An' it takes a little
Skill an' a little luck
An' you can talk smack
If you can back it up
Ah but we're all friends
No matter who wins
Here at the ropin' pen
Well I ain't no Clayo Speed
But I give her hell
Hell you never can tell
Some day I just might be
We'll turn another pit of steers
An' tell a few more lies
Drink another beer and hypothesise
Most of life's problems hell
We're gonna solve 'em
In the ropin' pen
See y'all again next weekend
Here at the ropin' pen
At the ropin' pen
Down at the ropin' pen
In the ropin' pen