Ropin' Pen (Album Version)-Trent Willmon
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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

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