Playlist Chris Ledoux

chris ledoux - ain't had time to go home

Well a bronc bucked me off up in Cheyenne Wyoming I broke me a couple of bones
My wife up an left me it must be an omen my destiny's being alone
I've been thinkin' of mama out a workin' the yard so I gave her a call on the phone
But I told her I've just been workin' so hard I just ain't had time to go home
Well I've seen Atlanta and I've seen LA and I've rode neath the big Astro Dome
And old Calgary seen a whole lot of me but I just ain't had time to go home

All daddy left was the watch that he carried the pocketknife he used to use
But a pawnshop in Vegas and the woman I married left me with nothin to lose
But I keep on a dreamin' bout a Cadillac car parked by my two story home
And in my dreams I'm a big rodeo star and mama knows I'm commin' home
Well I've seen Atlanta...

chris ledoux - ain't no place for a country boy

I pack my clothes in a cardboard box and mama packed my lunch
I walk down to the highway and caught a Trails Ways bus
I woke up in the city stepped down on the curb
And the strangest lookin' people and sounds I've never heard
It ain't no place for a country boy it ain't no place to be
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me

I keep my nineteen dollars stuck way down in my shoe
It cost me seven fifty for a dirty sleepin' room
My window faced the alley and the city smells were strong
I couldn't sleep for horns and sirens blowin' all night long
It ain't no place...

I didn't even bother to unpack the clothes that I brought
Some man paid me ten dollars for grandpas pocket watch
I got off the Trails Ways bus the same place I got on
My head is full of memories walkin' down the road to home
It ain't no place...

chris ledoux - amarillo

Amarillo by morning up from San Antone
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
Oh when the sun is high in the Texas sky I'll be buckin' in the country fair
Amarillo my morning Amarillo I'll be there

they took my saddle in Houston broke my leg in Santa Fe
I lost my wife and a girl friend somewhere along the way
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate and I hope the judge ain't blind
Amarillo by morning Amarillo on my mind

Amarillo by morning up from San Antone
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
I ain't got a dime and what I got is mine I ain't rich but Lord I'm free
Amarillo by morning Amarillo's where I'll be
Amarillo by morning Amarillo's where I'll be

chris ledoux - bareback jack

When I was just a very young lad I walked up and I told my dad
A bareback rider's what I wanna be I want the whole world to know about me
In the rodeo arena I'll take my stand I wanna be known as a rodeo man
I'll come flyin' from the chute with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' wild with my head throw'd back
You'll ask whose that well that's Bareback Jack
You'll ask whose that well that's Bareback Jack

The years of boyhood now have passed
It didn't take long to learn the tricks real fast
Now I'm goin' down the road with my rodeo gear
And I hope to make the finals in just a few years
And when my chance comes I'll give it a whirl
Try to win the championship of the world
I'll come flyin' from the chutes with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' a wild with my head flung back
You'll all know me I'm Bareback Jack
You'll all know me I'm Bareback Jack

Well here I am I'm a layin' in bed
The son of a buck jumped onto my head
I'm a-layin' here dyin' and a hurtin' real bad
Now I wish I'd listened to my old dad
When he said son you'd better stop foolin' around
You're gonna get your guts stomped into the ground
You'll come flyin' from the chute with your tail up high
That old buckin' horse is gonna throw ya in the sky
When you come down you're gonna break your back
Then we'll all know you as Old Crippled Up Jack
And that'll be all for ol' Bareback Jack!

chris ledoux - bars shouldn't have mirrors

Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle
Old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw
He dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next show
Till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall
There's a weathered old face like leather its aged
With scars you can trace that run down to his soul
The mirror can't hide what the drinks will disguise
There's a rodeo cowboy that's gettin' too old
Bars shouldn't have mirrors who wants to see the real thing
Bars shouldn't have mirrors is that cowboy I'm lookin' at there really me

But he'll tell all his stories live over past glories
Will the whisky will make him a winner again
But every drink that is raised he'll see his face
Cause the bottles just a mirror he holds in his hand
Bars shouldn't have mirrors...

chris ledoux - big love

You need a man to get lost it with a heart big enough to roam
No more fences for you to look through with your heart caught in a strangle hold
I've got a love full of wide open spaces
I've got a big love wild and free room to grow as big as your dreams
Deep as a river in a raging flood endless as the stars above I've got a big love

When two hearts make a stand together on the solid rock of trust
They could be a million miles from each other and still be side by side in love
I want to love you like that forever
I've got a big love...
[ fiddle ]
You never dreamed you could have all you ever wanted
Darling you can have it with me
I've got a big love...
I got a big love

chris ledoux - billy the kid

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico.

Theres a new made widow cryin and a hurse a-rollin slow,
And I guess that Devils passed this way again.

Theres a lathered sorrel stallion runnin through the Joshua Trees,
A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.

Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee,
And hes dealin in a game that he cant win.

CHORUS

Poor Billy Bonney, youre only twenty-one,
Pat Garretts got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Each notch you carved on your six-guns got a bloody tale to tell
Well, youre a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell.

Them fancy clothes youre wearin and the women in your bed,
Cant take away the faces of the men that you left dead.

As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head,
Now that wheel or fortune starts to turn.

Your reputations grown till its the biggest in the land,
And there aint a lot of people left who wanna call your hand.

And I guess youll go down shootin just like all branded men,
And when you shake hands with the Devil you get burned.

CHORUS x 2

chris ledoux - blue bonnet blues

Well, there's a special place in my memory,
Where I keep the pictures of a time an' place I left far behind.
An' I know the years have probably colored the way it really was back
then.
But still...I like to take the memories out an' look at 'em from time to
time.
There's a full moon t'night, on the prarie, a memory just rode into
view.
A boy, a buckskin, an' an ole spangler dawg, in the hills where the blue
bonnets grew.
Well I was deep in the heart of Texas, just a kid 'bout 13 at the time.
Runnin' wild through the mesquite, the cedars and cactus.
It's been years, but your still on my mind.
No matter where I might wander, there's a memeory that I'll never lose.
The Lonestar shines bright, in my heart tonight...
I've got the blue bonnet blues...
Well I remember those warm summer evenin's, playin' out under the stars.
Back then I never dreamed we'd be leavin', but I guess things just don't
stay as they are.
Well the years and the miles came between us, but t'night as I'm
dreamin' of you.
Once again, I'm a kid, in the sweet arms of Texas...
And I've got the blue bonnet blues.
No matter where I might wander, there's a memory that I'll never lose.
'Cause the Lonestar shines bright in my heart t'night.
I've got the blue bonnet blues...
The Lonestar shines bright in my heart t'night...
I've got the blue bonnet blues...

chris ledoux - blue eyes and freckles

Blue eyes and frcles neath a white cowboy hat
His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat
He's one of the good guys it's plain to see
shore enough cowboy though he's only three

There's a cute little filly she lives right next door
She'd like to brand him but he's no green horn
She'll offer him candy but he knows her game
he'll take what she gives him then be on his way

Chorus:
Blue eyes and freckles and holes in his jeans
out in the back yard ridin' his dreams
He's uor little cowboy until the day our
[A] fences can't hold him and he'll ride away.

Vs. 3
Saturday morning he's up before dawn
Grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on
Today the Lone Ranger and him make their ride
Them outlaws better find some place to hide

Vs 4
With tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin
His onery old cyuse done throwed him again
But a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain
He'll mount up and be back ridin' the range

Mama just look how our little boy's grown
He'll soon be a man with a mind all his own
And I know the hardest thing we'll ever do
Is take down the fences and just turn him loose

chris ledoux - born to follow rodeo

Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet
Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife
It aint much but its all you've got to eat
You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low
Just call I'll send your busfare to come home
But you're just to proud to take it and home wont be the same
Now you've had a taste of rodeo
You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams
To satisfy the hunger in your soul
You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo

All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill
But thats your fees to enter old Cheyenne
And all thats in your favor is you and your try
And a deep knawing desperately to win
Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air
In your mind a promise has been made
If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death
You swear you'll be the champion someday
You set out on the road...

Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet
Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife
It aint much but its all you've got to eat
You set out on the road...

chris ledoux - bucking machine

I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows
Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos
But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen
Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine
The kids they were all lined up to give the thing a go
And when I first saw it Lord it looked pretty slow
It jumped and it kicked then it turned back a twirled
Then I got to thinking I'll give it a whirl
So I pushed through the crowd and I talked to the man
Who had invented this here modified garbage can
I said I'm a twister and one of the best
I'm a wolf of the world boys I must confess
Ill bet you a hundred I said with a grin I'll spur it so hard its sides will cave in
And the bolts and the screws that hold the dang thing together
Will fall down inside it there and short out its motor
Well the man he said son I'll take that bet
And I won't turn it till you think that you're set
So I got my riggin' and I cinched it on down
Then I said to old Sam go ahead and turn it on
Well it rattled and it groaned, then it started to move
I spurred it every jump, and, Lord, it felt mighty smooth
The foam rubber was a flyin' right off of its old neck
And the tin underneath it was startin' to crack
[ harmonica ]
I looked at the man and I started to say
I'll win me that hundred fore the end of the day
Then he grabbed a big ol' lever with a little sly grin
Jammed it up to high gear and locked it right on in
With a snatch and a jerk and a sharp stabbin' pain
I felt like a hobo tied to an old freight train
My head it went to poppin' and I saw all the starts
The Big Dipper the Milky Way and the planet they call Mars
The next thing I knew I was right there on the ground
Just about thirty feet away from that laughin' crowd
So I payed up my hundred and I limped on away
And the words the man I still remember today
So you're a wolf of the world and a real tough twister
Well listen real close to some good advise Mister
Keep a ridin' them old broncs if you're still feeling mean
But you'd better keep clear of Sam's buckin' machine

chris ledoux - bull rider

I was sittin' the a barroom one rainy afternoon
Tellin' stories about rodeo and listening to a tune
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
So Bill took our names ane put our entries down

I went to the office the next day to see
What bareback horse I had and pay me fees
I looked on the list but my name wasn't found
I thought Bill might have forgot to put me down

I looked on the board and I happened to find
My name was on another list I was in the bull ridin'
My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat
And I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office steps

Well I may be a fool but a coward I'm not
So I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the knot
I walked in the arena with them other bull ridin' fools
And walked down to the chutes and found my bull

Then I put my rope in the middle of his back
I had some cowboy pull out the slack
And then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back and said
Boy's open the gate just a little bitty crack

Well the bull hit the gate with his head
And I could see over his hump that his eyes were red
He bailed out of there with a big snort and beller
And something inside of me told me I was yeller

Well the dust and hairs and flies come off his hump
It whisp to my nose as he made another jump
And the stink of it all was more than I could stand
So I jerked my wrap and opened my hand

Well he jumped in the air and made one more turn
As the rope slid through my hand it sure did burn
He flang me down in a great big heap and
Right in the middle of me he did leap

With his feet on my belly standin' in place
That dirty old bull blew snot in my face
So them damned old bulls you can run 'em in a chute
And put your ropes on them big galloots
But the closest you're gonna find me to their stinkin' hair
Is to help some other fool get flug in the air

Boy the next time I see Bill I'm gonna break his dang neck
Enter me in the bull ridin'
Shoot I think I'll enter him in the Barrel Racing

chris ledoux - caballo diablo

Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waiting for me
And he knows that I'm coming' for him and I just can't rest till I find
That raven black stallion that wears no man's brand with a wild restless spirit like mine
They call him Caballo Diablo half-horse half-devil they say
Caballo Diablo the outlaw up a top the Sierra Madre

Two men before tried to take him they had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashing' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't leave I must find him you fool of a horse can't you see
Well I may be half man but the other half's devil and you're just exactly like me
They call him Caballo Diablo...

Even the breezes stopped moving hush now be still
Don't make a sound stay close to the ground cause he's waitin' just over that hill
Downwind behind him move quickly do it fast now he's starting to stir
Grab a handful of mane and up on to his back
And start raking him down with your spurs
But try as he will he can't shake me as over the precipice we go
To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below
They call him Caballo Diablo...

chris ledoux - cadillac cowboy

Hold tight with a leather fist
Watch out when he starts to twist
That's what their daddies' used to tell them boys

How to ride them bulls
I got a jingle in my jeans
Sore places in between
And I'm leavin' on a saw blade
With a push and a pull

CHORUS

10-4 Buddy, come on back
A horse trailer on a Cadillac
Yeah, we're talkin' to the cowboy
In the Coupe de Ville
Chug-a-luggin' up one side
Slidin' down the other
I'm a lover of the other side of the hill

Turn up that radio
Don't wanna think about a rodeo
Don't wanna think about a round-up
Up in old Cheyenne
It's a crazy circuit
But still you work it
Turn down that sound, boys
Let's get up and check the scan

CHORUS

Bandana hangin' mirror
Still wet from ear to ear
We'll, I guess it's true then
What the wise men say
When you ride your last one
Make sure he's the best one
Jump while he's movin'
Tip your hat boys and walk away

CHORUS (Repeat 2 times)
I'm a lover of the other
Side of the hill

chris ledoux - cadillac ranch

Well the well went dry and the cow did too
And daddy didn?t know what to do
The banker came by the house one day
He said he?s gonna take the farm away
Then mama came up with a plan
My brother and me started up a band
My sister put a sign on the roof
And daddy bought a case of 90 proof

There we called it the Cadillac Ranch
They?re parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

Now the only thing that we raise is cane
You don?t need the sun or rain
Just some neon lights and some ice cold beer
Keeps everything green around here
Mama takes the cash at the door
My brother and me keep them out on the floor
My sister sets them up at the bar
And daddy kicks back with a big cigar

There we called it the Cadillac Ranch
They?re parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

Well we gave all the cows away
Now the only horns around here today
Are the ones up on the grill
Of a genuine ?59 Coupe Deville

There we called it the Cadillac Ranch
They?re parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

There we called it the Cadillac Ranch
They?re parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch