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Trent Willmon
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Ropin' Pen (Live)
Every Friday afternoon, I hitch up the trailer, Saddle up ol' Rock an' ice down the cooler Drive that back road until it ends, At the ropin' pen
There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy rigs, Twenty-thousand dollar horses, then there's my ol' stag, But we're all the same the minute we ride in, To the ropin' pen
Well I ain't no Clayo Speed, But I give her hell, Hell, you never can tell, Some day, I just might be
We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few lies, Kick back in the saddle an' philosophise Most of life's problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em, In the ropin' pen
We don't do it for the money, hell we're always broke Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope He lost a couple of wives an' the fingers on his hands, To the ropin' pen Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
An' it takes a little skill an' a little luck, An' you can talk smack if you can back it up Ah, but we're all friends no matter who wins, Here at the ropin' pen
Well I ain't no Clayo Speed, But I give her hell, Hell, you never can tell Some day, I just might be
We'll turn another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies Drink another beer and hypothesis Most of life's problems, hell, we're gonna solve 'em, In the ropin' pen
See y'all again next weekend, Here at the ropin' pen At the ropin' pen Down at the ropin' pen In the ropin' pen
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