Ropin' Pen (Album Version)

歌詞

Every Friday afternoon, I hitch up the trailer Saddle up ol' rock an' ice down the cooler Drive that back road until it ends At the Ropin' Pen There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy rigs Twenty-thousand dollar horses then there's my ol' stag But we're all the same the minute we ride in To the Ropin' Pen Well, I ain't no Clayo Speed But I give her Hell Hell, you never can tell Some day I just might be We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few lies Kick back in the saddle an' philosophize Most of life's problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em In the Ropin' Pen We don't do it for the money, Hell, we're always broke Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope He lost a couple of wives, half the fingers on his hands To the Ropin' Pen An' it takes a little skill an' a little luck An' you can talk smack if you can back it up Ah, but we're all friends, no matter who wins Here at the Ropin' Pen Well, I ain't no Clayo Speed But I give her Hell Hell, you never can tell Some day I just might be We'll turn another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies Drink another beer and hypothesize Most of life's problems, Hell, we're gonna solve 'em In the Ropin' Pen See y'all again, next weekend Here at the Ropin' Pen At the Ropin' Pen Down at the Ropin' Pen In the Ropin' Pen