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3 Chords and Lies
02:47
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Well it's later to bed, early to rise,
I miss half the party and no one's surprised
There's horses to feed and chores yet to be done
Habits to keep and cattle to run.
I have songs to grow and endings to seed,
The extent of my tales don't fit my means,
There's a bottle that hides the truth in my tune
Somethings are better left missing their bloom.
Chorus
All I know is to sing you these lines
All I know is 3 chords and my lies
All I know is this time its best to say goodbye
All I know is 3 chords and Lies
Been telling tall tales of spurring em bad,
Leaving out the hard ones, and wrecks we've had
I could reminisce and make my mother cry,
Because all I know is 3 chords and lies.
Chorus
All I know is to sing you these lines
All I know is 3 chords and my lies
All I know is this time its best to say goodbye
All I know is 3 chords and Lies
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2. |
Bronc Song
03:05
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Green grass of home take me with you
Teach me to plant roots and grow tall
The song birds back home, sing sweeter than I remember
We've had some good times and taken bad draws
The broncs don't care how your heart feels tonight
Despite you leaving it at home
And your Broken Arrow and you just grow older
It doesn't take long for a love to grow cold
You follow that road as far as it goes,
And take what they give you and do all you can,
Sometimes that road don't go where you want it,
And sometimes your dreams don't turn out like you planned.
You follow the road as far as it goes,
And take what they give you and do all you can,
Sometimes that road don't go where you want it,
And sometimes your dreams don't turn out like you planned.
You follow the road as far as it goes,
And take what they give you and do all you can,
Sometimes that road don't go where you want it,
Take time, be sure it turns out like you planned
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Let me tell you a tale about a man,
He takes raw steel and bends it with his hands,
then nails it to an animal!
Prefereably tame...
It sounds like quite the odd thing to do,
and odd enough folks will pay him too,
Or her, you know I'm all about equal opportunity!
Well it ain't all roses shoeing horses,
A lot of the time it's the people of course,
They'll tell you how to, opposing forces,
Of your general good intentions
They'll say,
"For the love of pete when you trim his feet,
Don't touch the heels ya fool!
We'll twitch his lip and if he pitches a fit,
I'll tie a leg or two
Would you believe I got him for free?!
He used to fight tigers in the middle east
My daughter says he'll barrel race...
What a gorgeous beast.."
I get kicked and thrown, my knuckles are worn
As I hand him the bill
He gawks There ain't no way!
With a look that could kill!
So if you're thinking of being a farrier
just know there's no patience barrier
And no girls think smelling like horse feet is cool
You can make a good buck and try your luck
but the fire is hot and grueling
Maybe mom and dad were right, you shoulda gone for additional schooling
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The Bay
03:24
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If you ever get tired of living in the city,
Just know you can always come home,
If your dreams come to die out there in the city,
Just know that, I'm here on my own
The railway crossing just east of the highway,
Seems to be used less more and more,
As a slow train car does, I'm moving onward,
For better or worse like before.
Chorus
If I make it to Calgary before the snow flies,
Would you think about returning your stay,
Cause the dogs and your nags miss you even more than I do,
I don't think I can handle the bay
The half ton that you left in, You know isn't insured
I only bought it for hauling hay
But that problem is only half of what you endured
And well aware you shant return without a change
Chorus
If I make it to Calgary before the snow flies,
Would you think about returning your stay,
Cause the dogs and your nags miss you even more than I do,
I don't think I can handle the bay
When I look at him, I see your face
If you're gone too long I'll have to put down the bay
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5. |
10 Years
03:34
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36 months, 18 days and 7 hours hours til he's done,
Had a long time to think it over, he's wishing he had run
Tried to be one of the boys, to own a saddle and a gun,
Did he do it for the money? Did he do it for the fun?
They made 13 miles before the first got cut down,
Messy lost his own damn mind, putting bovine to the ground
The ranger boys came next, I never saw one true,
I swear that circle and star must've made them bulletproof
We fired our colt pistols, most never had killed mankind,
The ones that fell were for the best, wicked and evil minds,
Few smart cowards ran, leaving me behind
My father was not with us, he was hung in 99
I was just eleven, the youngest by a mile,
One man pulled me aside, see I had a different trial,
One by one I watched them hang, my brothers, one and all,
Cause when you're caught stealing cattle, its the full extent of the law.
So here I am 7 yrs later, less those 18 days
Branded as rustler, seen my family to their graves
3 more years to I'm a free man, 3 more til I'm loose
3 more years until I can find my own way to the noose
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Our Grandfathers
04:20
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Ben was just 20, when he set out across the sea
Promising my young grandma a pretty wedding ring
We're not half the men our grandfathers wanted to be
He worked and saved away, and came true on his word
Cause back in those days that's all you were
It was 46 years together, right up til he passed
And 5 short years later he too would breathe his last
And we're not half the men our grandfathers wanted to be
When Danny first met Maggie, she had 6 in her litter
He didn't mind, a young man, he moved right in with her
Raising those babies as if they were his own
For 17 long years until the last one was full grown
And we're not half the men our grandfathers wanted to be
Oh can you hear me
Oh Can you see?
That we're not half the men our grandfathers wanted to be
I guess it was a different time and things certainly have changed
and the older I get the more I hope we share more than just a name
We're not half the men our grandfathers wanted to be
And I wanna be half the man my grandpas were to me
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7. |
Darlene
03:41
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Yesterday is dead and gone
like my first matrimony and last two dogs
Thank god cause she'd try to take them too
Been sitting here chopping logs
Missing you wishing I was wrong
But I never was and we both that's true
Chorus
I know that you're not coming home to me Darlene
To tell the truth you could blame it all on me
You could sail to sun in a hot air balloon
Send me letter marked box 32
And if it ever comes, it'll be too soon
You can jump your corolla into the Grand Canyon
Run off to Tijuana with your brand new man
Kidnapped by cartel for all I give a damn
Chorus
I know that you're not coming home to me Darlene
To tell the truth you could blame it all on me
I'll buy a first class ticket flight 407
Swear it's non-stop straight to heaven
and leave at you the Iqaluit motel
But your pre-planned crash in Hudson Bay
Will leave wishing you had stayed
And you could sink to the bottom and I'd still feel this way
Chorus
I know that you're not coming home to me Darlene
To tell the truth you could blame it all on me
I know that you're not coming home Darlene
To tell the truth you could blame it all on me
I've been drinking about come on home Darlene
To tell you the truth the blame is all on me
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8. |
Low Rolling Plains
03:10
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In the low rolling plains of alberta
coyotes are howling their tune.
In the low rolling plains of Alberta
spring is here and the wildroses bloom.
In the tall lonesome pines of Alberta
I'll build up my log cabin home.
In the tall lonesome pines of Alberta
I'll lay down my old weary bones.
In the small prairie towns of Alberta
folks are hardworking rugged and proud.
In the small prairie towns of Alberta
I'd like to show you around.
Out in the badlands of Alberta
I'll saddle my dusty cayuse.
Out in the badlands of Alberta
fill my cup at the Last Chance Saloon.
In the high rocky peaks of Alberta
it's there I can be left alone.
In the high rocky peaks of Alberta
I'll be singing my wandering song.
In the low rolling plains of Alberta
winter comes three times a year.
In the low rolling plains of Alberta
my heart will always be here
my heart will always be here
my heart will always be here
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First time I saw you I was drunk and in the dark
The second time was pretty much the same
And I guess you can't ask for anything more
When you fall in love at a rodeo dance
Hey there baby, why so lonely
The blonde one? no we split up last month
I told you were the one and only
You could smell the bull but I rode broncs
CHORUS
We fell in love neath a July sunset,
Just like I did the year before
I guess that's why the young men, keep up the chase
Nothing really changes after all
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Oh her? Nah she left me in the cold
Did I mention your eyes shine like headlights?
I need a place to stay, but I need you more
CHORUS
We fell in love neath an August sunset,
Just like I did the month before
I guess that's why the young men, keep up the chase
Nothing really changes after all
When we're old gray, will we remember?
That night that we danced beneath the stars?
And know that there's some young bronc rider
Trying to steal away a cowgirl's heart
CHORUS
We fell in love in a September sunset,
This time not quite like before
Now I know why the young men, keep up the chase
Nothing really changes after all
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10. |
The Renegade
03:12
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My father the heart of a lion I'm told
He ruled with hard hoof and teeth
The blood bay that I am I owe to him
I hold my head high like he
My mother, lost to a cannon bone break
Like a shot below the knee
Mixed in the dirt like buffalo bones
I suppose the wolves need to eat
Herded by bird, that screamed like thunder
never seen so much post and rail
born in the dust, in search of water
Never once, did I follow a trail.
They took us away in rolling dark caverns
Side by side, hoof and hide,
Some were better off this way,
But 2 of my brothers they died
I was bought and sold, traded with ease
When I would not abide, they "set me free"
This baron land is no place for human to live,
Nor a renegade gelding like me
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11. |
True Sounds of the West
04:55
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Listen to the wind, the echoes that come creeping and a crawling
This time of year, its not hard to hear the cattle bawling
Wind swept prairie sends the same old song down to us each morning
Magpies are moving in, they take heed of shots and fair warnings
The gooseneck on the hitch, load em boys, roll em now we're hauling
Listen to that hammer hit, the anvil ring, the old forge fire is just calling
Chorus:
Pay mind to those who hear it best,
These are the true sounds of the West
Underneath the mountain sky, coyotes call and coyotes cry in longing
Best sound is the silence heard, just before the new day is dawning
And it's an old gate chain, if you're riding shotgun you're opening and you're closin'
I think it must be fate you can't help feel just like you were chosen
Chorus
Bridge:
It's an old cowboy singing, the gentle song of her spurs ringing
And you've heard the song before
Winter wind of November calling, the sight of snowflakes falling
And you've sung along for sure
Chorus:
Pay mind to those who hear it best,
These are the true sounds of the West
Pay mind to those who hear it best
These are the true sounds of the West
These are the true sounds of the West
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Markus Sommer Ponoka, Alberta
Calling central Alberta home, writing songs and shoeing horses.
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