Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sonido


Interfaz


Nivel de dificultad


Acento



lenguaje de interfaz

es

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Apoyo   |   FAQ
1
registro de inicio de sesión
Lyrkit

donar

5$

Lyrkit

donar

10$

Lyrkit

donar

20$

Lyrkit

Y/o apoyarme en las redes sociales. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Chris LeDoux

Montana Rodeo

 

Montana Rodeo

(álbum: Thirty Dollar Cowboy - 1983)


There's a rodeo in Montana where they come from miles around
Where they throw the hooligan and a bunch of beer cans
All over that little cow town from Friday night to Sunday afternoon
The party goes on nonstop
Ranch hands and rodeo fans are drinking up the very last drop
And they all head for Montana at the foot of the Great Divide
To tie one up or tie one onor to tear it down or ride
So if you're looking for a rondavue where the Wild West never dies
You best make it on up to Montana on the right day in July

Now there's some college boys for lazuli here school is just let out
They got a keg of beer on a tub of ice in the back of a brand new Scout
Well they're all longhorns and as sure as you're born
They'll be checking those honey's out
And the girls in the cut off jeans might just show 'em what its all about
And there's Indians from the ranches all dressed up in cowboy clothes
Snap button shirts and silver belt buckles and boots with pointed toes
Short hair Stetson hats wigging on a jug of Yellow Stone
Well they look more like cowboys then the cowboys I have known
And there's some hippies here from God knows where a puffing up a cloud of smoke
They got hair down past their shoulders and their clothes are a national joke
They got beads and leather and bells and feathers and moccasins for shoes
Well they look more like Indians than the real live Indians do
And then there's barrel racers and a bull riders and bronc stompers to boot
Strutting their stuff like Peacocks out in back of the chutes
Tight Levis fancy chaps spurs with five star rowels
And the bull just stands there chewing his cut looking wiser than a tree full of owls
And they all head for Montana...

hecho

¿Agregaste todas las palabras desconocidas de esta canción?