Vārdi:
Cal Red

HORSE YOU RODE IN ON I got cornbread In my gunny sack My cornbread isn't done too well I got a mind To drink me a tumbler Barkeep another one from the

The show was a big one, an olde rodeo They'd been trying to hire us for a few years or so The grandstand was bursting, the infield was full They'd run

of pins and needles A soul bleeding ice Your eyes leak logic while you disregard thought What happened to the ideals that your parents should have taught? Spin red