Night Hawk (2016)

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    Big Balls in Cowtown

    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll all go down
    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll dance around

    Workin' on the railroad
    Sleepin' on the ground
    Eatin' saltine crackers
    Ten cents a pound

    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll all go down
    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll dance around

    I'll go to Cowtown
    I'll dance around
    Board up your windows
    The big boy's in town

    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll all go down
    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll dance around

    Put on your new shoes
    Put on your gown
    Shake off them sad blues
    The big ball's in town

    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll all go down
    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll dance around

    Everybody's smilin'
    You can't find a frown
    The girls are all happy cause
    The big ball's in town

    Big ball's in Cowtown
    We'll all go down
    Big ball's in Cowtown
    Big ball's in town

    Written by Hoyle Nix ē Copyright © Downtown Music Publishing LLC
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    Billy The Kid

    In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
    Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico
    There's a new-made widow crying and a hearse a-rollin' slow
    I guess the devil's passed this way again.

    There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees
    And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.
    He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees
    And he's dealing in a game that he can't win.

    [Chorus:]
    Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
    Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
    Every notch you carve on your six gun
    Has a bloody tale to tell.
    You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.

    Those fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed
    Can't take away the traces of the men that you've left dead
    As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head
    And now the Wheel of Fortune starts to turn.

    Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land
    And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand
    And I guess you'll go down shootin' and like all branded men
    When you shake hands with the devil you get burned.

    [Chorus:]
    Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
    Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
    Every notch you carve on your six gun
    Has a bloody tale to tell.
    You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.​

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    Night Hawk

    We'd worked ourselves senseless
    Drivin' dry cattle, no water in sight
    As we sat 'round the fire
    And cursed the barbed wire
    A stranger broke into our light

    Not knowin' no better
    Some fool went for leather
    But a whispered "I wouldn't"
    Put an end to the fight
    Then he said, "I'm for hire.
    "You need a rider.
    "And I don't mind ridin' at night."

    [Chorus]
    Go light on the Night Hawk
    He don't smile, he don't talk
    To strangers, and seldom to friends
    And you'll do well to listen
    When he asks you to leave him alone
    He won't ask you again

    Though the man is a myst'ry
    The story is hist'ry
    How a range fire came
    Like a thief in the night
    Took his young wife and babies
    His would-bes and maybes
    And burned out the love in his life

    [Chorus]
    Go light on the Night Hawk
    He don't smile, he don't talk
    To strangers, and seldom to friends
    And you'll do well to listen
    When he asks you to leave him alone
    He won't ask you again

    (Tom McKeon, Ron Peterson)​

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    Stay All Night (Stay A Little Longer)

    Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
    'Cause the bridge's washed out
    At the bottom of the hill
    Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level
    Plow my corn with a double shovel

    Stay all night, stay a little longer
    Dance all night, dance a little longer
    Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
    Don't see why you can't stay a little longer

    Sittin' in the window singin' to my love
    Slop bucket fell from the window above
    Mule and the grasshopper eatin' ice cream
    Mule got sick so they laid him on the green

    Stay all night, stay a little longer
    Dance all night, dance a little longer
    Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
    Don't see why you can't stay a little longer

    Well you ought to see my blue eyed Sally
    She lives away down on Shinbone Alley
    The number on the gate, number on the door
    The next house over is a grocery store

    Stay all night, stay a little longer
    Dance all night, dance a little longer
    Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
    Don't see why you can't stay a little longer

    Stay all night, stay a little longer
    Dance all night, dance a little longer
    Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
    Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
    Don't see why you can't stay a little longer

    Written by Bob Wills, Tommy Duncan ē Copyright © BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Johnny Bond Publications, Peermusic Publishing
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    Goodnight Loving Trail

    Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing,
    You beat the triangle and you curse everything.
    If dirt was a kingdom, they you'd be the king.

    On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
    Our Old Woman's lonesome tonight.
    Your French harp blows like the low bawling calf.
    It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin.
    Get in there and blow out the light.

    With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments, too,
    You can do anything that a doctor can do,
    Except find a cure for your own god damned stew

    The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone,
    The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
    You're still sitting there, lost in a song.

    The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone,
    The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
    You're still sitting there, lost in a song.

    I know that some day I'll be just the same,
    Wearing an apron instead of a name.
    There's nothing can change it, there's no one to blame
    For the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage,
    Easy to look like an old torn out page,
    Faded and cracked with the colors of age.

    The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone,
    The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
    You're still sitting there, lost in a song.

    Written by Utah Phillips ē Copyright © Music Management
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    (Ghost) Riders in the Sky: A Cowboy Legend

    An old cow polk went ridiní one dark and windy day
    Upon a ranch he rested as he went along his way
    When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
    A plowiní through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

    Yippee-I-Yay
    Yippee-I-Yo
    Ghost Riders in the Sky

    Their brands were still on fire and thier hoofs were made of steel
    Their horns were black and shiney and thier hot breath he could feel
    A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky

    Yippee-I-Yay
    Yippee-I-Yo
    Ghost Riders in the Sky

    Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred , their shirts all soaked with sweat
    Their rindiní hard to catch that heard but they ainít caught Ďem yet
    ĎCause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
    On horses snortiní fire... as they ride they hear their cry

    Yippee-I-Yay
    Yippee-I-Yo
    Ghost Riders in the Sky

    As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
    'If you want to save your soul from hell, youíre ridiní on that range
    then cowboy, change your ways todayÖÖor with us youíll ride on
    tryiní to catch the devilís herd across the endless sky'
    Yippee-I-Yay (Yippee-I-Yay)
    Yippee-I-Yo (Yippee-I-Yo)
    Ghost Riders in the Sky​

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    Running With the Crowd

    Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me
    And don't waste your life on that ol' hangin' tree
    And don't think that size ever makes a man small
    You find out it's nothing at all

    They know a tension when the old words are said
    'Don't cheat in poker and don't lose your head'
    Lost cowboys are human and bullets kill dead
    Six guns don't make a man tall

    'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
    And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
    Makes a man feel proud

    Do a honest day's work for the money you spend
    Be fast with the ladies and slow with the man
    Be kind to your horses and true to your friends
    And treat every mother's son fair

    Don't stay in town late on a Saturday night
    Don't let no one tease you into a fight
    'Cause when they're saddled with guns
    There ain't nobody right
    It's a short trail that leads to nowhere

    'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
    And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
    Makes a man feel proud

    'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
    And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
    Makes a man feel proud​

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    Old Chisholm Trail

    Well, come along boys and listen to my tale
    I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm Trail
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    I started up the trail October twenty-third
    Started up the trail with the U-2 herd
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle
    Started out punchin' them long horn cattle
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    With my seat in the saddle and my hand on the horn
    I'm the best dang cowboy that was ever born
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    It's cloudy in the west and lookin' like rain
    And my danged old slicker's in the wagon again
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    The wind began to blow and the rain began to fall
    And it looked like we were gonna lose 'em all
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    No chaps, no slickers and it's pouring rain
    I swear I'll never night herd again
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    I cripple on my horse and I don't know how
    Roping these long horn U-2 cows
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    Well, I went to the boss to draw my roll
    And the boss had me fugured nine dollars in the hole
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    Well, me and the boss we had a little spat
    So I hit him in the face with my ten gallon hat
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    The boss said to me, ''Well, I'll fire you
    Not only you but the whole darn crew.''
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    I'll sell my horse, I'll sell my saddle
    And you can drive all your long horn cattle
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
    Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea

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    Can't Beat the Damned Old Machine

    I met an old cowboy

    From Long Pine, Nebraska

    He was stariní out after a slow moviní train

    The station was empty, and we got to talkiní

    He poured out his heart to me in the rain

    He said, ďSon, I remember the wide open prairies

    When all a man could carry was all he would own

    But they branded the land with titles and fences

    And built up the cities where the free men once roamed

    I rode with the best and we opened the West

    Been places that few eyes have seen

    When youíre out there, in time, you just get left behind

    ĎCause you canít beat the damned ole machine


    The words that he told me were cold as a tombstone

    They cut to the bone and I prayed he was wrong

    But Iíve heard it said ever since I was a small child

    That cowboys and engines just donít get along

    And you canít beat the damned ole machine

    You can try, but youíll never succeed

    And now there ainít no room for people like me

    ĎCause you canít beat the damned ole machine

    No, you canít beat the damned ole machine

    You can try, but youíll never succeed

    And now there ainít no room for people like me, no more

    And you canít beat the damned ole

    You canít beat that damned ole

    You canít beat the damned ole machine

    Taz DiGregorio/Greg Wohlgemuth

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    Yippie Ki Yea

    You're a tired little cowboy your eyes are half closed
    Let's put those six guns away
    You've been ridin' all day yippie ki yea

    That old stick horse you're ridin' is plumb tuckered out
    But he stayed with you all the way
    Let's give him some hay yippie ki yea

    Put your head on the pillow and dream for a while
    Bout heroes and desperate men
    That ornery old outlaw's done broke out of jail
    But tomorrow you'll put him back in

    Sweet dreams little cowboy I hope you sleep well
    I've just got one thing left to say
    You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea
    You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea​