Testi:
Brenn Hill

Last night I fell asleep And dreamed of Bitter Creek The long red road windin' from the sagebrush to the peak And the cold black timber swayin' in the

In a one-ton Ford In a cloud of dust Down the gravel road Headin' straight for us We're by the home corral In the mornin' sun We'll all be in love Before

God saved some lucky men to be cowboys 'Cause no ordinary man can wear the name Hearts of gold and hands of leather And that restless spirit no one will

From the cold Alberta plain You're a drifter passin' through I know you'll be back again You disappear into the blue I think I'm a lot like you But

I got a brand new custom rambler with rooms I've never seen And a matchin' 10-stall barn that's any cowboy's dream I got a brand new diesel pick-up truck

We have been saved For these latter days We have been made To follow His way There may be times We might turn in despair But He is always there We will

the rim on Cottonwood Where deep the canyon cuts Into the mountain's very bowels Its twisted winding guts The frozen rivers down below And warm springs on the hill

I smell it a little bit In the air tonight I feel it a little bit on the wind I turn my collar up For the evenin' ride Sad to see the summer's gone again

Andy hired on to the Box Y in the spring He saved his summer wages and he bought a diamond ring Now he's ridin' in the roundups in the early autumn snow