Teksty: Pat Green. Three Days. Gallywinter.

(Pat Green)

When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we would ride, we would ride,
Little red cowboy boots, Little red cowboy hat
And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flies,
Mamma would come out say it's time to come in,
I ain't going nowhere mamma and don't ask me again,
I was just an outlaw riding on the trail
Knocking over stagecoaches
And riding on the rails.

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I'm gone to Gallywinter
Place where all the cowboys ride
Place where all the outlaws ride
Away from the men who want to kill them for what they've done
I'm gone to Gallywinter.

I'm gone to Gallywinter
Sister would come out and say
"Where you going anyway?"
I'm going to Gallywinter and there ain't no girls allowed,
I guess things are different now,
Times have changed.
A girl is nice to have with you while you're riding on the range,
She can cook your breakfast
And talk to you at night
You can argue about things you never thought you'd argue about
In your whole life,
Twenty five years older and Ranger ain't here no more,
Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford.
Baby said where you want to go,
I said I don't know, maybe Mexico
Anywhere that tequila flows is alright with me.

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