Chris Ledoux

[Asmina]

"Come Riding Joe Cy"

"Come Riding Joe Cy"
The first time I saw him was over in Tucson
When he asked how much the bronc ridin' paid
Well me and the boys we all had us a laugh
When we saw that his hair was in braids
He drawed a good mount you should of seen how
We used that old horse 'til the gun
Well I've never seen me no Indian cowboy
But that feller Joe Cy was one

[CHORUS:]
He's a rodeo Indian cowboy you bet
And he's tough as Buffalo's hide
They say the worst kind of cayuse gets scared
When he finds out he's drawed up Joe Cy
He's wild as a war dancin' ready to reach for
A hand full of sweet suicide
He's a rodeo Indian cowboy for sure
When they say come ridin' Joe Cy

Some feller told me he was raised up a Mustang
Somewhere on the Montana plains
Said he'd already rode him a nightmare to hell
Or his spur whipped the devil half lame
The harder they try him the better he like 'em
That Joe Cy is one more good man
He's a rodeo Indian double tough cowboy
And an all around rodeo hand

Well he laughed when he told me
he'd traded his trophies
Gold buckles and saddles and stuff
For some good land and livestock
To start him a school for the Indian kids sure enough

Wells he's teachin' 'em ridin' and ropin'
And Joe says they're all a makin' top hands
So watch out you pale faces come National Finals
Well have one more Custer's last stand

[CHORUS]

 

[Asmina]

"Get Along Little Doggies"

"Get Along Little Doggies"

While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jinglin'
And as he approached he was singin' this song
Yippy ti yi yo get along little doggies it's your misfortune and none of my own
Yippy ti yi yo get along little doggies you know that Wyoming will be your new home

Now, early in spring we'll round up the doggies
Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
Round up the horses load up the check wagons
And follow the doggies on the lonesome old trail
Yippy ti yi yo get along little doggies...

 

[Asmina]

"My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys"

"My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys"
I grew up a dreaming of being a cowboy and lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high ridin' heroes I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of a modern day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
Just take what you need from the ladies then leave them
With the words of a sad country song
My heroes have always been cowboys and they still are it seems
Sadly in search of and one step in back of themselves and their slow movin' dreams

Cowboys are special with their own brand of mis'ry from being alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowin' well that your best days're gone
Picking up hookers instead of my pen I let the words of my youth fade away
Old wornout saddles and old wornout mem'ries with no one and no place to stay
My heroes have always been cowboys...

 

[Asmina]

"I Don't Want To Be Cowboy Anymore"

"I Don't Want To Be Cowboy Anymore"
Cowboys ain't never got no money their wild and livin' in a different world
They only care about their horse and saddle but a cowboy dosn't keep a steady girl
The cowboy's rope and ride and drink hard liquor they gamble givin' lady luck a whirl
They hit town well they ain't never stayin' cause a cowboy don't keep a steady girl
Cowboys ain't suppose to love one woman cause cowboys all got women by the score
Well if cowboys ain't suppose to love one woman I don't want to be a cowboy anymore

Well I've been ridin' herd for oh so long now
I've been gone on fourteen years and maybe more
But I've finally found a filly full of sunshine so I don't want to be a cowboy anymore
Cowboys ain't got time to raise a family cowboys don't work jobs or mine a store
Well if cowboys don't have time to raise a family
I don't want to be a cowboy anymore

 

[Asmina]

"Jeans And Good Leather"

"Jeans And Good Leather"


White shirts and neckties the way that my check flies
Are part of what's wrong with my soul
Risin' expenses and all kinds of fences keep me from where I'd like to go
Work complications and stiff conversations they sometimes drive me up the wall
Make me want to holler to hell with this collar walk out and just chunk it all
What I need is denims and a place to get in 'em and walk over Gods open land
And boots of good leather I'd wander wherever
I found the beauty from his mighty hands
Lots of wide open spaces and quite simple places tells me it's pack up and go time
Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time

I gaze in the mirror and press my face nearer to check out the lines one by one
Round eyes that were brighter on cheeks growin' lighter
That were once so brown from the sun
As I spend starin' I find myself darein' the image that's looking at me
To throw off the fetter and seek somethin' better a life that's simple and free
What I need is denims...
Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time

 

[Asmina]

"What More Could A Cowboy Need"

"What More Could A Cowboy Need"

Well I spent half my life out on the highway
Chasin' rodeos through every little town
In an old pickup truck with a little cowboy luck
Well I never thought I'd ever settle down
Back then I didn't know what I was missin'
Just a runnin' wild and livin' fancy free
I had money in my jeans and my gold buckle dreams
And I swore no woman would ever capture me
But now things have changed and I'm happy
I got a women that I love and three boys that call me pappy
Got the good Lord up above I'm in a country that I love
Now what more could a cowboy ever need

Yea I had everything I ever wanted and a woman couldn't fit into my world
Cause I had broncs to ride and a million miles to drive
And a cowboy just can't have a steady girl
But now things have changed...
Got the good Lord up above I'm in a country that I love
Now what more could a cowboy ever need

 

[Asmina]

"A Cowboy Like Me"

"A Cowboy Like Me"


Just barely eighteen when the Great War was through
Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew
Hard life and death was all that I seen
Ridin' hell bend for leather in search of a dream
I rode drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail
Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail
My hard dusty wages played out way too soon
On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon
All I have left is my stories to tell
Heavens too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they could be a cowboy like me

I spent one lonely winter in an old line shack
With beans in my belly rain on my back
A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow
With cattle to attend to at forty below
And it's back for the round up in April or May
You round up the calf's boys and you cut out the strays
And you might touch a woman before the long summer ends
Then its back to the line shack and do it all again
And all I have left...

I've given some bad guys a hard way to go
I busted my bones in them old time rodeos
I might have stretched truth Lord but I've never lied
Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side
But I rode with Cole Younger and New Jesse James
Me and old Wyatt use to ride on the range
And men all said sir to my Colt 45
And I was with Hitchcock the night that he died
All I have left...

 

[Asmina]

"Where Is The Glory"


"Where Is The Glory"



When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well
There's fame and there's fortune
And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail
So I packed up my stuff in my old pickup truck to follow my rodeo dreams
Now I'm finally on the top but I feel like a flop
Cause I've spent all the fortune I've seen
Now where is the glory in drivin' all night
Down a highway that's headed to nowhere
What good's the fame when the fortune's all gone
And the dreams turned into a nightmare
Like Ed Bruce said Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
I'm inclined to agree but if you ask me you know I'd go through it again

Now what does it take to be a rodeo cowboy I guess I'm a expert at that
Takes a whole lot of guts and old lady luck but not too much under this hat
Well he thrives on the crowds yellin' real load for him to face dyin' again
But the good Lord takes care of children and fools
He's no kid so what's that make him
Now where is the glory...

 

[Asmina]

"Wife Behind The Cowboy"


"Wife Behind The Cowboy"
There's lots of pretty cowgirls but this you may not know
There's a very special kind at every rodeo
Her husband is a cowboy she's his greatest fan
She's the wife behind the cowboy and the cowboys a lucky man

She's hauled water from the crick and got dust all over her clothes
She's been so hot she's thought she'd die and so cold she nearly froze
She's cooked over an open fire slept under the stars above
And you know she'd do it all again just to be with the man she loves

She rides the circuit with her man they go from town to town
She builds up his confidence when the horses buck him down
And she's driven weary miles across an endless land
She's the wife behind the cowboy and the cowboys a lucky man

When he climbs down in the chute and about to start his ride
She cheers more than anyone with a special kind of pride
And when she hears that whistle blow and she sees her cowboy smile
She's glad because he's happy and that makes it all worthwhile

There on the move and seldom home but yet she won't complain
If her cowboy's back is ackin' she'll rub away the pain
Weather things are good or bad right by him she will stand
She's the wife behind the cowboy and the cowboys a lucky man
Oh she's the wife behind the cowboy and the cowboys a lucky man

 

[Asmina]

"Little Joe The Wrangler"

"Little Joe The Wrangler"


Little Joe the wrangler he'll wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
It was long about last April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all alone
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw
In his brogan shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in you life have seen before

His saddle was a Sother kack built many years ago
An OK spur on one foot idly hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack was loosely tied behind
And a canteen from the saddle horn he'd slung
Said he had to leave his home because his paw had married twice
His new maw beat him every day or two
So he saddled up old Shaw one night and lit a shuck this way
Thought he'd try and paddle now his own canoe

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd only give him work
Though he didn't know straight up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a mount and kinda put him on
And we knew he liked our little stray somehow
Well he taught him how to heard the horses and learned to know 'em all
And to get 'em in by daylight if he could
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team
And to help the carsonaro rustle wood

We had driven to Red River and the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side of the bend
When a Norther started blowin' we called the extra guard
Cause it took all hands to hold the cattle in
Now little Joe the wrangler was called out like the rest
Barely had the kid got to the heard
When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm on they flew
With all of us a ridin' for the lead

Between the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead
It was little Joe the wrangler in the lead
He was riding old Blue Rocket with a slicker o'er his head
And he's trying to check the leaders in their speed.
We finally got'em millin' and they sort of quieted down
The extra guard back to the camp did go
But one of them was missing and we all knew at a glance
Twas our little Texas strayboy wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In some washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulphis spur had rung the knell
For our little Texas stray bos wrangler Joe
Little Joe the wrangler he'll wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
It was long about last April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all alone