Cowboys they are ladies men alright. They love 'em up & talk 'em up all night. But they're lonely when there's nothin' else to do. And that's what makes thecowboys sing the blues. . He does a
. When all we really need is love. Here come cowboys. Here to save us all. Here come cowboys. They're so well inside the law. Here come cowboys. They're no fun at all. Here come cowboys. You've
. When all we really need is love. Here come cowboys. Here to save us all. Here come cowboys. They're so well inside the law. Here come cowboys. They're no fun at all. Here come cowboys. You've
Bài hát Spiritual Awakening. Ca sĩ Rage. Thank you, mother, thank you for my life. Forgive me, father, for I was running blind. Time to prove the evolution. First to feel it, last to get. Spiritual
Cowboys & kisses, cowboys & kisses. Gotta find myself every time you go away Baggy blue jeans and a box of magazines is all I have of you. Waitin' on the day you walk back in my life. Like a
Ooh, snakeskin cowboys. Who the hell you think you are. Youre dancin around with your high-heeled boots. Dont think that should get you far. Just hangin around with your fancy pants on. Aint got
Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail. Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell. Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel. The only thing to look
off the shelve You're trapped now with. Spiritual law. Spiritual law Fiddle with your rosaries. Holy water only makes me bleed. Touch that cross to my head. It may burn but I won't be dead To burn
off the shelve You're trapped now with. Spiritual law. Spiritual law Fiddle with your rosaries. Holy water only makes me bleed. Touch that cross to my head. It may burn but I won't be dead To burn
is spiritual, under your spell. For not me no, the way you make me feel. Like an angel, oh, at blow. Like a feather, you make me float. Love you crazy kite on your left. Lost in sweet ectasy. Under
different ways,. Football and eggnog and Christmas parades. I'll take my blanket, I'll take the reins,. It's Christmas for cowboys, wide open plains. A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night,. The
Are there any more real cowboys. Left out in these hills?. Will the fire hit the iron. One more time?. And will one more dusty pick-up. Coming rolling down the road. With a load of feed before