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1.
CS 04:11
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Got a story that’s crazy I’ll tell you why We was drunk off some whiskey and cold bud light Took the guns off the rack from the back of the truck Tried to pry ourselves out of that back road muck Well, my boots are as treadles as my big ass tires Couldn’t grab no traction, my only desire When we finally got out We went to the bar Sat down to have us a beer By the time I realized I was covered in dry mud The barkeep had everyone chanting a new name See they thought I was covered in clay, a ton of it And like a damn thistle that name stuck for good The story of my last takes us into the past When I was making coin teaching rodeo class I was doing double duty, breaking’ broncos with Ben Tied one foot on and the other and then Kicked that horse so damn hard, my spur got stuck Ripped right off my boot and I lost my luck Well that rough stock went bucking’ and down I went Headfirst I got stuck in, brown wet cement Ol’ Ben pried my out We went to the bar Sat down to have us a beer After sitting’ there a bit I was noticing people laughing’ and pointing’ at me By that point in my life my skin was so leathery from the sun I didn’t notice I was covered in dried mud again And what else? My damn spur was still stuck in that damn horse’s ass Kinda makes me the horse’s ass I reckon Everyone started calling me clayton spur from them on I hit my head so many times I can’t remember my Christian name
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There's Got to be a Beer Somewhere 04:58
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Getting’ off work at a half past dusk Looking like a mess and reeking of musk Kick clean my boots and step in the truck Got one thought on my mind and I ain’t giving up Well, I race like hell just to make it home And my dogs are barking so I throw them a bone First stops the fridge and I let out a groan I pop that tab and drink it down alone Still a bit thirsty now that’s the truth So, I straighten up and put on my good boots Head on a swivel I find my keys My tummy is a begging for a something please Thinking out loud as I step in the air No clouds in the sky yeah, the weather’s clear Perfect night to hit the town anywhere There’s Got to be a Beer Somewhere Made it to the bar with a pocket full Yeah, these wooden tokens will take their toll Drank them up as quick they put them down It’s time I better hit the town Stumbled out the door about a quarter to two Took a look around and I saw you We were both a looking for those long neck brews Said hop in the truck and I’ll drive you Stepping inside the store just under the wire The pain in my belly is a raging fire Chapped old lips yeah, they’re getting’ bare There’s Got to be a Beer Somewhere Well morning breaks and I can’t remember Must have gone on a little bender Just one thought before the day is square There’s Got to be a Beer Somewhere
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Small Girl, Big Truck 03:29
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I’ve seen her a few times down at the rodeo When I was walking up, she was also walking out of the show Watched her get in a rig about three feet off the ground She was revving it up and peeling all around Well, I hate to see her leave, but I love watching her go What she’s got in her jeans is what I want to know Gentle with the field grass She could probably kick my ass Don’t underestimate a Small girl with a big truck Hanging with the boys while she’s kicking up dust She got, long hair, short jeans One of these days she will be my queen I got a long way to go Until she’s my own Until she’s my own I was just about done with work late one night When next to me there shown an intense light A hand was reaching down and tugged at my shirt with might And there she was, and everything was right The queen of hearts in the deck of life One of these days I’m gonna make her my wife She’ll look good in that dress And maybe I’ll wear a vest Don’t underestimate a Small girl with a big truck Hanging with the boys while she’s kicking up dust She got, long hair, short jeans I finally made her my queen Well, I can’t wait to be home To be with my own
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Brushfire 02:26
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CJ 03:47
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I ain’t a man for standing When I get up my legs are both bowed And damn I sure loved that saddle The one that I still own Well, we’ve been through the thick And thin of everyday life Got a holster for my big rifle Got a sheath for my serrated knife Nothing feels better, than Circle J leather I know it’ll sit just right I use it for everything Don’t these gloves on my hands look so chic? Well, they ain’t fake or pleather Came from a steer that we gutted for beef Nothing feels better than Circle J leather I know it’ll grip just right And look at my brand-new chaps They got fronts and that’s about it And I know anytime that I go and buy I’ll get myself just the right fit In inclement weather, that Circle J leather I know it’ll save my life Nothing is better than Circle J leather
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GIB 02:51
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I can sit outside and watch her fee the chickens all day and night The way she throws her arm out well it makes me want to cry She ain’t scared of a damn thing, no rattlers in sight Stepping across those rocks and weeds I just might lose my mind, that’s right Mucking out the stalls, painting walls she’s the best around Digging in spurs that horse of hers will look like lightning through town Any sort of job, eating corn on the cob, she can make it looks smooth I like a girl in boots The way they make her move Show me them blue jeans too I like a girl in boots I like a girl in boots The way they make her move Show me them blue jeans too I like a girl in boots
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Rodeo Clown 02:16
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These ain’t no rain boots, they ain’t for snow These boots were made for bucking, down at the rodeo These boots were made for bucking, bucking at the county fair My spur it spins I’m sure to win while riding my favorite mare The rodeo clown from my hometown never made nobody chuckle Well jokes on him cause when I win, I’ll wear the first-place buckle I can nearly rope a calf in half, toss a lasso to the moon Catch me tonight celebrating right at the Silver Star Saloon Cowboys want a cowboy, a man who can provide My cowboy skills they pay the bills, it pays to rope and ride Cowgirls want a cowgirl, in boots and Daisy Dukes Little southern bell who swears like hell, gonna drink until she pukes
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Holdem 02:39
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Put up your bets boys, let’s play this game Got a burning’ in my belly and I’m looking’ for fame No, not the kind that you see on TV I wanna be the one in town who’s covered in green First three flopped down, I’m looking’ fine But my tummy’s a little queasy from whatever’s inside I got the chills and I’m starting to shiver But I know I’ll be alright when I’m floating down the river I just can’t wait for this turn to be over I’m praying’ hard just for one more clover, club How many times I gotta tell these guys? This ain’t no club no it’s a god damn casino Finally, it’s time for me To pick up my paddles and float on out to the sea Standing’ at the shore just looking at the flow “No go” he said so I flipped the table onto the floor
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Nobody's Dancy like Nancy 02:34
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Before you walked in She was sitting still like a fencepost Wrapped in a barbed wire dress from the west coast She was salty, sweet and everything between Held her eye on the door just looking for fresh meat Keep her in your mind cause she moves like a wave And You don’t want to get caught in her undertow today Nobody’s Dancy like Nancy And then you walked in Eyes go side to side, up down left right Got you in her sights and she’s in flight The motion of her sway makes everyone pray It’s her favorite game and she’s looking to play Blowing like the wind on a red flag day Well, you better take cover cause she’s blowing your way Nobody’s Dancy like Nancy And then you walked out Arm like a cartoon reached out and grabbed you Pulled back in real close to read her tattoos Dipped you up and down turned you inside out Made you swing and waltz and two step like it was your fault Danced as fast as the brush catches fire Well, we almost had to call the ol’ water supplier Nobody’s Dancy like Nancy

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released November 8, 2022

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Evan Estrada Helena, montana

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