up his act And go back where he came from 'Cause all hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done All hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done Don't get
his act And go back where he came from 'Cause all hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done All hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done
번역: 트레이시 아드 킨스. 모든 모자, 아니 캐틀.
up his act And go back where he came from 'Cause all hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done All hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done
to southpaw like De La Hoya golden boy I put it on you polaroid finish, left you as red as Sonya I been a soulja all my life, fought for stripes all
dear mother to my sisters and my brother and now I'm lying to my children and my wife Big Hat, no cattle Big head, no brain Big snake, no rattle I forever remain big hat, no cattle
an old felt hat on his head Got a saddle for a pillow and the ground for a bed Spurs on his heels, reins in his hands Drivin' cattle, ropin' steers and
script, ya not built for dat Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat I'll cock and pop one in you cattle, push your filta back An' niggas respect tha shots, make 'em tilt your hat
the beach, watch the sky turn violet-red While moving through a planetary spider web See the jungle through the eye of a tiger's head Black hat hackers
She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air 'Cos the old cattle trail, well, it weren't anywhere
nicotine I'm a real live buckeroo And my heart's not pure and my boots ain't clean and I never tell the truth Well if there's anything under my hat besides the cattle
George Straight all cranked up You've got the tank full and the night off You got nowhere you've got to be Hey, you're sure looking good, cowboy Now all
'em there on the floor And hang that old hat On the hook by the door Leave the horses and cattle And the ranch far behind They've had you all week...
all done there's nothing they like better Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall For another down homegrown western Saturday night Well the calving's all
of the Lord In the southern part of Texas Near the town of San Antone Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone And he sees the cattle grazing
ponies and tighten the cinch (Yahoo!) Pull on your gloves and take your hat off the fence We'll take the cattle to market, and after they're sold You can all
Eyebrows plucked and toenails cut I'll pick you up with a little luck, all prim and proper Shaven legs and calls to Fred It all depends o' alright then
them, But they stripped them off the pilot for reruns. --- We chased lady luck, 'til we finally struck Bonanza With a gun and a rope and a hat full of
