Tekst :

There s a place I know where we all go,
A little way down the road,
It ain t far from here, we like to sit and drink beer,
Play dominoes and tell jokes.
We ve been stopping by since 49,
Ain t nothing fancy, just kids and ranches and
Clean white shirts and jeans!

Lots of smiling faces, little children running around,
Everybody s somebody in an old hill country town!
Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!

Well, let me tell you now all about the town. . .
How it came to be. . .
In the 1800 s they came in buggies
To meet and trade and buy feed.
They built the blacksmith s shop, then later on
They added the cotton gin. . .
But the old dance hall and general store s
Where it all begins and ends!

Lots of smiling faces, little children running around
Everybody s somebody in an old hill country town
Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock
Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!

Yehaw!

In the 50 s people moved to cities,
Leaving it all behind
Luckenbach closed down for good,
It just fell on a harder time
One day Hondo, driving by,
Wished he had a beer
So he bought the place and he opened it up
That s reason we re all here

Lots of smiling faces, little children running around,
Everybody s somebody in an old hill country town!
Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!

Here we go!

Lots of smiling faces, little children running around,
Everybody s somebody in an old hill country town!
Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!

In beautiful Luckenbach!

Tekst :

Narrator:
In a bar in Arizona
On a sultry summer day
A cowboy came in off the road just to pass the time away
He pulled a stool up to the bar and pushed his hat back on his head
I listened to the stories told to the words that cowboy said. He said...

Cowboy:

I could tell you stories bout the Indians on the plain
Talk about Wells Fargo and the comin of the trains
Talk of the slaughter of the buffalo that roamed
Sing a song of settlers, come out looking for a home

CHORUS (both)
Now the man with the big hat is buying
Drink up while the drinking is free
Drink up to the cowboys a dead or a dying
Drink to my compadres and me
Drink to my compadres and me

Narrator:
Well his shirt was brown and faded
And his hat was wide and black
And the pants that once were blue were grey and had a pocket gone in back
He had a finger missin from the hand that rolled the smoke
He laughed and talked of cowboy life but you knew it weren t no joke, he said....

Cowboy:
I seen the day so hot your pony could not stand
And if your water bag was dry, don t count upon the land
And winters, I ve seen winters when your boots froze in the snow
And your only thought was leavin , but you had nowhere to go

CHORUS

Narrator:
Well he rested easy at the bar, his foot upon the rail
And laughed and talked of times he d had out living on the trail
The silence was never broken as the words poured from his lips
Quiet as the forty five he carried on his hip, he said ...

Cowboy:
I rode the cattle drive from here to San Antone
Ten days in the saddle you know, and weary to the bone
I rode from here to Wichita without a womans smile
The camp fire where I cooked my beans was the only light for miles

CHORUS

Narrator:
Well he rolled another ciggarette, as he turned toward the door
I heard his spurs a jingling as his boot heels hit the floor
He loosened up his belt a notch, pulled his hat down on his head
As he turned to say goodby to me this is what he said....

Cowboy:
Now the high-lines chase the highways, and the fences close the range
And to see a working cowboy, that s a sight that s mighty strange
But a cowboy s life was lonley, and his lot was not the best
But if it hadn t been for men like me, there wouldn t be no west.

Repeat Chorus

Tekst :

You know a mile around the bend on the Ohio
Coming up the river for the Sunday show
There s a tuba and a banjo and a steam calliope
Way in the back there s a big paddle wheel

Chorus:
What a thrill it musta been, playing Dixie for the folks
Up and down the river on the first showboat
What a thrill it musta been, playing Dixie for the folks
Up and down the river on the first showboat

Momma took the kids and papa took the lunch
The kids took the bells and the whiskey took the drunks
But the biggest thrill of all, you know it had to be
Was sitting up front playing steam calliope

Chorus

Well there s magic in the air, they re fiddlin the rhymes
It s slow and easy in the summertime
Yeah, but who d of ever thought, the day would come to be
Where there s oil on the waters where the rivers used to be

Chorus

Yeah a mile around the bend on the Ohio
Coming up the river for the Sunday show

Chorus x3

I was lonely only I didn t know it
I was so sad only I didn t show it
You came like the sun breaking through the clouds
And I found your what I can t live without

You will feel what s up ahead...

When I look at you
Baby I m amazed after we ve been through
All that I can say is there is no perfect plan and no finish line
We just learn to fall and get back dark inside
Didn t think we make it so...

Come with me
I want to show you something
You don’t see
You’ve given up trying
Watch the leaves
Rustling in the wind
The summer breeze
That’s living and dying
Ah, Ah

Come with me
Remember when you were
So carefree
Laughing not crying
Spin around
And listen carefully
Can you hear the sound
Of living and dying

It’s amazing, it’s amazing, this amazing life
It’s amazing, it’s...

This has got to stop
I am not gonna put up with this any more
So tell me what s your excuse this time
No never mind I don t wanna hear it

So many times you pushed me aside
I m getting sick and tired of your alibis

Conscience

God rid us
Of our, our conscience
So we can float away

God rid us
Of our, our conscience
So we can float away

God rid us
Of our, our conscience
So we can float away
...