Chris Ledoux

[Asmina]

"I've Got To Be A Rodeo Man"

"I've Got To Be A Rodeo Man"
Sometimes this old road get's so damn lonesome away from home
Ain't no way in sigth head on back
Nobody knows the way it feels suffer through this living hell
Less you been on down that road yourself
Boy don't you know I ain't really a bum I was once a clean cut mothers son
And you know down deep inside I still am but this rodeo life's got it's hold on me
And there aint no way to set me free you know I've gotta be a rodeo man

Skinny old dog on the rodeo grounds scroungin' sniffin' lookin' around
In alot of ways I'm just like him
Cause I'm eating up scraps off the dinner table in a greasy cafe' til I'm able
Ride those broncs good enough to win
Boy don't you know...

 

[Asmina]

"The Littlest Cowboy Rides Again"

"The Littlest Cowboy Rides Again"




He's got a broomstick horse called dynamite
His very favorite friend
An old steed about four hands high
That runs just like the wind
There's not an outlaw in the badlands
That he can't apprehend
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again

When the other kids are lost in space
In plastic rocket ships
Well he's meetin' bad guys face to face
With a big iron on his hip
Fear's a word he's heard but it don't mean a thing to him
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again

Whoopie ti yo (whoopie ti yo)
Whoopie ti ya (whoopie ti ya)
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again

There's a cook named mom back at the ranch

She just don't understand
That cowboys always wear their hat in the house
And they never wash their hands
They eat beef and beans not squash and greens
And don't need tuckin' in
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again

He's got a hat and a badge and a chaw in his jaw
And licorice on his chin
He's kind to ladies and cats and dogs
But he's hard on wanted men
He ain't the truck drivin' drug store rhinestone kind
Cause they're just all pretend
Whoopie ti (d)yo the littlest cowboy rides again

Whoopie ti yo (whoopie ti yo)
Whoopie ti ya (whoopie ti ya)
Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again

 

[Asmina]

"The Ol' Double Diamond"

"The Ol' Double Diamond"



The ol' Double Diamond lay out east of Dubois in the land of the buffalo
And the auctioner's gavel it rapped and it rattled
As I watched the ol' Double Diamond go
And won't you listen to the wind mother nature's violin
When I first hired on at the ol' Double Diamond
I was a damn poor excuse for a man
I never learned how to aim while my spirt was tame
I didn't know all the cards in my hand
And the wind whipped the granite above me
And blew the tumbleweeds clean through my soul
Well I fought her winters and I busted her horses
I took more than I thought I could stand
But the battles with the mountains and the cattle
Will bring out the best in a man
I guess a sailor needs an ocean and a mama her babies to hold
But I need the plains of Wyoming in the land of the buffalo
But now she's sellin' out and I'm movin' on
But I'm leaving with more than I came
Cause I got this pony and he ain't for sale and I've got this song to sing
I've got a new range to find I've got a new knot to tie
In a country where cowboys are king
We turned tails to the wind at the ol' Double Diamond
And took off down through the sage
And won't you listen to the wind mother nature's violin

 

[Asmina]

"Not For Heroes"

"Not For Heroes"
There are songs about the heroes and the great things they have done
And the hell they went through to get this far
But this song is for the cowboy who never been a hero
And the hard times he goes through all the while
And all that he's got goin' is his pride
He's never been a hero and he probably never be one
But in his heart he knows he gave his all
My hat goes off to you my friend and to the champ you might have been
If Lady Luck had smiled on you at all

He gives it all he's got but it's never quite enough
Oh the Lord and him alone know how he's tried
But he'll try and try again although he'll never win
And all that he's got goin' is his pride
He's never been a hero...

The bones are just too tough and he doesn't have enough
Of what it takes to make it to the top
What makes him want to go well Lord I guess I know
He loves it too damn much to ever stop
He's never been a hero...

He bites the dust once more gets up to hear no score
Then he stumbles to the chutes to ease the pain
And underneath his breath he cusses to himself
I'll ride him if I get the chance again
He's never been a hero...

 

[Asmina]

"Let's All Help The Cowboys (Sing The Blues)"

"Let's All Help The Cowboys (Sing The Blues)"


Cowboys they are ladies men all right they'll love 'em up and talk 'em up all night
But they're lonely when there's nothing else to do
And that's what makes the cowboys sing the blues
He does a little Shakespeare and he sings he plays the mandolin and other things
He's looking for love beauty and IQ and that's what makes the cowboy sing the blues
Cowboys have to fall in love get hurt and all that bit
Let their hearts hang out so they can write you all a hit
So ladies if they ask you don't refuse let's all help the cowboys sing the blues

Cowboys they don't ever understand this thing between a woman and a man
Until they find the one they always lose
And that's what makes the cowboys sing the blues
A cowboy takes his lonely pen in hand and tries to make somebody understand
But she has ears to hear a different tune
And that's what makes the cowboy sing the blues
Cowboys have to fall in love...
Let's all help the cowboys sing the blues

 

[Asmina]

"A Cowboy Is A Hell Of A Man"


"A Cowboy Is A Hell Of A Man"


He was a runaway rodeo was his dream
He was ridin' bulls and a bittin' the dust by the time he was seventeen
Sixteen cowboys in an eight dollar room livin' on baloney and beans
Makin' a play for all the buckle freaks in the pretty little tight blue jeans
A cowboy is one hell of a man when he gets bucked off he gets on again
A cowboy is a special breed you leave his hat alone and you leave his women be

From Canada to Houston I guess he tried them all
And it never failed in every bar some redneck started a brawl
But the time and the booze and the broken bones finally put him out to graze
But I'll tell you now he wouldn't change a thing if he could start again today
A cowboy is one hell of a man...
You leave his hat alone and you leave his women be

 

[Asmina]

"Goin' And A Blowin'"

"Goin' And A Blowin'"
I'm a goin and a blowin' and a heading down the road tryin' to make a livin rodeoin'
I've been a driving all night neath the pail moonlight
Waiting for the sun to start showin'
Theres to many miles and not enough time but im gonna make it
Just the same well its a mighty tough life but I like it alright
You know I wouldnt have it any other way

Well I've been drinkin' that ol black coffee till it tastes like tupentine
And I've heard every song on the Bill Mack show purd near fifty times
And a little green man on a motorcycle passed a little while ago
Boy I can sure use some sleep but I gotta keep a headin on down the road

Lets drive up get out and get on another one and boy you better win
Cause your moneys gettin' low and the banker gets mad
When them hot checks start rolling in
Well ain't life great on this interstate a lookin' out for smokey the bear
And flyin high on caffeine and copenhagen and a breathing that cool night air
Well its a mighty tough life but I like it alright
You know I wouldnt have it any other way

 

[Asmina]

"Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys"

"Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys"


Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
He'd rather sing you a song then give diamonds or gold
Budwiser buckles and soft faded Levi's and each night begins a new day
If you can't understand him and he don't die young he'll probably just ride away
Mammas don't let your babies...

A cowboy loves smokey ole pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
Mammas don't let your babies...

 

[Asmina]

"The Goodnight Loving Trail"

"The Goodnight Loving Trail"
Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing
You beat the triangle and curse everything
If dirt were a kingdom
Then you'd would be king

[CHORUS:]
On the goodnight trail
On the loving trail
The old woman's lonesome tonight

With your snake oils, your herbs and your liniment too
You can do anything that a doctor can do
Well, except find a cure for your own gobdam stew

[CHORUS]

Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light
The tents are all struck
And the coffee's all gone
The old boys are up and they're raising the dawn
You're sitting there a dreamin'
You are lost in a song

[CHORUS]

Well I know that some day I'll be just the same
Wearing an apron instead of a name
Now no one can change it, and no one's to blame

[CHORUS]

Your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light

The desert's a book writ in lizards and sage
And it's easy to look just like an old torn out page
All faded and cracked with the colors of age

[CHORUS]

Your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light

[CHORUS]

Your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf

 

[Asmina]

"Go Riding Young Cowboy"

"Go Riding Young Cowboy"


He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four
The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had seen
And the beard that showed neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen
With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans blue
Where a halo show white like a moon in the night
Was a hole where his snoozed worn through
He spat in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to tear down the chute
Then he looked up at me with a gleam in his eye
And he placed his old hand on my boot
He said you'll ride this old bull on your worst ever day
With your hind leg chained to a tree
As I am made ready to concur the brute here's an old song my old man sang to me
Go ridin' young cowboy go winnin' and goin' out boy
Don't let him put you on the ground
Go spur him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy
Show 'em that your Oklahoma bound

Well I marked eighty points and I won me the round
The fans in the stands went plum wild
Well I could see my old daddy just a dancin' a jig
Well I looked up to the Lord and I smiled
I said thanks for my good arm and thanks for my luck
And thanks that I'm still fit and young
But thanks most of all for them old bulls that buck
For my dad and the song that he sung
Go ridin' young cowboy...

Well I've been down the road many miles since that day
Things ain't changed much since I've begun
I still think of my dad when I'm ropin' one up and I sing his song to my son
Go ridin' young cowboy...
Go ridin' young cowboy...