Well, them ol' boys in Texas chew copenhagen Wash it all down with that Coors Ain't a bit bashful about speakin' their minds They'll tell you what's
you're all thru." But Dallas would not leave his camp.He refused to go to town. As the wind howled throught the bull-camp they stared each other down.
We were having a drink at Stockman's, Listenin' to the guitars ring. Jesse said "You know,they sold the M.C. horses." "I'll be damned.When was that?"
