Brenn Hill - Hell on Yer Women
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Verse 1:
Watched my buckskin and my saddle and my day bags and my gun
Rollin' ass over tea-kettle down into the mornin' sun
She was bent and she was twisted she was bruised up in the back
We were half-an-hour scoutin' down the hill for broken tack
We were halfway up Red Mountain we were full of grit and oil
And I was bound and stone determined not to let that roundup spoil
So I kicked her in the gizzard and I pulled up on the reins
And climbed back up into the saddle 'spite of all her aches and pains
Chorus 1:
And it ain't that I don't love 'er 'cause the Good Lord knows I do
And I'll be on her or beside her right up 'til my days are through
But if you're gonna be a cowboy better heed your inner forces
'Cause it's hell on yer women and it's harder on your horses
Verse 2:
She was cradlin' my baby she was in her rockin' chair
And he was noisily a nursin' 'neath the tendrils of her hair
And I just had to break it to her I was out o' job again
When I get back from buckarooin' I will find some more work then
'Cause we were off and we were runnin' Heiner Canyon in the fall
Tall, dark timber golden aspen 'neath the red rock canyon wall
Cattle rollin' down the meadows mamas-babies hear 'em cry
Brings a burnin' to your bosom and a tear drop to your eye
Repeat Chorus
Bridge:
I can stand here before you I can look you in the eye
And say I'll never be a rich man and I know the reason why
'Cause I'd trade fancy trucks and money
I'd trade power, I'd trade fame
For one more day of buckarooin' on a horse that's halfway lame
Final Chorus:
And it ain't that I don't love 'em cause the Good Lord knows I do
And I'll be on 'em or beside 'em right up 'til my days are through
But if you're gonna be a cowboy better heed your inner forces
'Cause it's Hell on yer women and it's harder on your horses
Watched my buckskin and my saddle and my day bags and my gun
Rollin' ass over tea-kettle down into the mornin' sun
She was bent and she was twisted she was bruised up in the back
We were half-an-hour scoutin' down the hill for broken tack
We were halfway up Red Mountain we were full of grit and oil
And I was bound and stone determined not to let that roundup spoil
So I kicked her in the gizzard and I pulled up on the reins
And climbed back up into the saddle 'spite of all her aches and pains
Chorus 1:
And it ain't that I don't love 'er 'cause the Good Lord knows I do
And I'll be on her or beside her right up 'til my days are through
But if you're gonna be a cowboy better heed your inner forces
'Cause it's hell on yer women and it's harder on your horses
Verse 2:
She was cradlin' my baby she was in her rockin' chair
And he was noisily a nursin' 'neath the tendrils of her hair
And I just had to break it to her I was out o' job again
When I get back from buckarooin' I will find some more work then
'Cause we were off and we were runnin' Heiner Canyon in the fall
Tall, dark timber golden aspen 'neath the red rock canyon wall
Cattle rollin' down the meadows mamas-babies hear 'em cry
Brings a burnin' to your bosom and a tear drop to your eye
Repeat Chorus
Bridge:
I can stand here before you I can look you in the eye
And say I'll never be a rich man and I know the reason why
'Cause I'd trade fancy trucks and money
I'd trade power, I'd trade fame
For one more day of buckarooin' on a horse that's halfway lame
Final Chorus:
And it ain't that I don't love 'em cause the Good Lord knows I do
And I'll be on 'em or beside 'em right up 'til my days are through
But if you're gonna be a cowboy better heed your inner forces
'Cause it's Hell on yer women and it's harder on your horses
