by Pat Green
2000 Greenhorse Music/BMI. All Rights Reserved
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 flies, mamma would come out say it`s
time to come in,I ain`t going nowhere mamma and don`t ask me again,I was just
an outlaw riding on the trail knocking over stagecoaches and riding on the
rails.
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I`m gone to Gallywinter
place where all the cowboys ride
place where all the outlaws ride
away from the men who want to kill them for what they`ve done
i`m gone to gallywinter.
I`m gone to Gallywinter sister would come out and say "Where you going anyway?"
I`m going to Gallywinter and there ain`t no girls allowed, I guess things are
different now, times have changed. A girl is nice to have with you while you`re
riding on the range, She can make you breakfast and 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twenty five years older and Ranger ain`t here no more, been replaced by a 1958
model T-bird Ford. Baby said where you want to go, I said I don`t know, maybe
Mexico anywhere where tequila flows is alright with me.
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