songs of the sumday
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bad luck
broke down in Ten Sleep
at a three stool bar
on the main street
nursing pride with beer
beside a girl with auburn hair
she asked where breeze had me blowin'
I told her I was rollin' West
she asked "Nah, right now, where ya goin'?"
I asked what she thought
would be best
she revealed that I'd stumbled on
bit of a rodeo town
she had a pick up with some get up
said she'd show me around
Ten Sleep
under a Big Horn sky
with a full Wyomin' moon
Ten Sleep
I'd be gone at dawn
but that sun won't rise too soon
and it's not that they got all that much
original to do
but you find yourself the right stool
the fun'll find you
you find yourself the right stool
the fun'll find you
my steed rested on its stand
by a stable outside
it was a 1978 Electra Glide
we'd been on a tear
from High Plains thru Sturgis Hills
I asked my green-eyed guide
if she knew how a thrill like that feels
as free
as Madame intended
when she first made man
as free
as before the laws of lunacy began
when wild in virgin woods
the heathen ran
when wild in virgin woods
the heathen ran
she said "I've never been in a saddle
this style per se
but I've busted my share of broncos
in my day
and I can't rightly relate
to feelin' broken down
'cause I can always find somethin' to ride
if I look aroun'"
Ten Sleep
they got their own kinda twang
when they play that cowboy tune
Ten Sleep
I was gone at dawn
and prolly forgot by noon
and it's not that they got
all that much original to do
but breeze thru without breakin' down
the bad luck's on you
breeze thru without breakin' down
the bad luck's on you
as free
as Madame intended
when she first made man
as free
as before the laws of lunacy began
when wild in virgin woods
the heathen ran
when wild in virgin woods
the heathen ran