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• Artiste: Aaron Watson
• Titre: Riding With Red
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By about the time that I came around He'd grown tired, his health was headed southbound He was slow climbing in the saddle But once he was up, he could fly Lord, he could fly He told me stories ’bout the California gold Working with Shorty in that West Texas cold He was rough as a cop, tougher than nails But when he talked about her, he would cry Oh, how he'd cry And I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray And how actions speak louder than any words you may say Like busting bronc's, I’ve hung on for dear life To everything that he ever said Oh, and though he's long gone I'm still out here riding with Red I never liked or learned too much from school He taught me the hard knocks and the Golden Rule How to chew, how to spit, work hard and never quit He gave me money so I could spend it on the girls And I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray And how actions speak louder than any words you may say Like busting bronc's, I've hung on for dear life To everything that he ever said Oh, and though he's long gone I'm still out here riding with Red And I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray And how actions speak louder than any words you may say And like busting bronc's, I’ve hung on for dear life To everything that he ever said And I’ll keep singing his song So his memory lives on Oh, and though he's long gone I’m still out here riding with Red Riding with Red