Giddy-Up!

Lyrics

What the hell is going on here? I don't know but I'll get blame What a lawless time on the danger trail The romance wrote the rage Unloaded .45 iron horses on a thundering rail On a Union Oil map and a rose tattoo from a Kansas jail Like a big bull torn on a hot plate I'm ready to blow You can tell from the sound of my laugh Sound like four flat tires bumpin' down a muddy road Giddy up Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white Giddy up I will be your long, tall Texan tonight Giddy up Straight down the highway as fast as you can go Last of the vanishing riders We roll and roll and we still riding Yeah, now how you take the turn Depends on how much spur you give it Like me and Annie Oakley here Way past the excitin' limit I spent a year with her last night She was musically encouraged Now here is three minutes 23 Of cowboy pain and courage She ran the bar at the Cheatin' Heart Café Guess I was a criminal and crime didn't pay Giddy up Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white Giddy up I will be your long, tall Texan tonight Giddy up Straight down the highway as fast as you can go Last of the vanishing riders We roll and roll and we still riding So I got out of the car and I was out in the middle of nowhere The sun was coming up and I was out of the desert I couldn't tell if it was all behind me or it was all in front of me As far as you could see That road seemed to stretch forever (forever) Forever, as far as you can see As far as anybody ever could see Maybe even farther (I can feel it coming) (I can feel it coming) Like a big bull torn on a hot plate I'm ready to blow You can tell from the sound of my laugh Sound like four flat tires bumpin' down a muddy road Giddy up Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white Giddy up I will be your long, tall Texan tonight Giddy up Straight down the highway as fast as you can go Giddy up Last of the vanishing riders, we roll Giddy up Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white Giddy up I will be your long, tall Texan tonight Giddy up Straight down the highway as fast as you can go Last of the vanishing riders We roll and roll and we still riding