Songs for Better Singers
Mystic
Cowboys
Well
it’s kind of strange they ride the range on metal horses
Their
restless souls can gain control as they cut the wind
On
Harley rides they don’t hide from the western sun
Oh
they’re having fun oh they love to run
On
metal horses
They ride to town they shut them down at the old saloon
Sawdust
on the floor they’ve been here before and they like pine smell
They’re
raising hell they don’t care to dwell on the bad things they’ve done
Oh
they’re having fun oh they love to run
On
metal horses
Like
one-eyed jacks they ride in black it’s a James Dean thing
They
ride through rain but there’s no shame in showing up wet
Yes
it’s kind of strange they ride the range on metal horses
But
they’re having fun and they love to run on metal horses
On
metal horses