This land is hard, this land is mean This dirt is ripped on the blood it's seen Raised on a good book, hand on a gun Never backing down, the American son I was born from the blood of a working man Standing a fight for those who can't I put my hand across my heart even through the hard times I get chills on my back when I see old glory fly This land is hard, this land is mean This dirt is ripped on the blood it's seen Raised on a good book, hand on a gun Never backing down, the American son I ain't afraid to sweat, I ain't afraid to bleed Stand along for what we believe Wrap around my feet, live on my knees There ain't no man gonna take it from me Cuz This land is hard, this land is mean This dirt is ripped on the blood it's seen Raised on a good book, hand on a gun Never backing down, the American son I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. We come from the farms and the ranches All field hands, the ones that turn to branches We built these bridges and roads The big rig droppers, calling low The mason, the cop, the cold miner, The banker, the lawyer, the fire-fighter, I'm the man in the shadows who carries a gun, I'm a shooting dog, the American son I am the American son, Never backing down, ain't never gonna run, I am the American son, Never backing down, ain't never gonna run I am the American son, Never backing down, ain't never gonna run I am the American son, Gonna take it to my grave when they day is done

There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well, they call it Texas, and it's a mighty fine place to be Runs from Texarkana to El Paso And Oklahoma down to old Mexico And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone People in Texas sure do make you feel at home They just want everybody to leave them alone While they drink their whiskey and roll their own And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound Kick up their heels every evenin' when the sun goes down And you can call them country, and they don't care And if you don't like the way they wear their hair You can take you like and shove 'em on up the line People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

Daniels You can dance around if you want to But there's some thing a man don't wanna do And if you see him comin' walkin' down the street You better jump right Outta his way Everyone knows it's a street skit Every time he comes to town Coz he's got somethin' in his left hip The blues down walk around Funky-junky Funky-junky He's on Missouri Boulevard About a half o' mile south of the graveyard Better run an leap through funky old dirt Go one don't find no shame This old muskrat barbeque And a sweetness on the railroad track He's gotta tiger in his living room He gotta monkey on his back Funky-junky Funky-junky

We made camp along Red River Watch the cattle as they bedded down Back at the wagons right after supper Spreaded bed rolls on the ground Me and Willie, we took the night guard And the sage never smelled so sweet The prairie moon was blazing silver No chance tonight for a stampede We rode Yonder off in the distance Towards the mountains there in the west Then I see lightening and I hear thunder My mind is weary, I could use some rest Then all at once the wind shifts directions The clouds roll in behind the tumble weeds These longhorn cattle are getting restless God help us all if they stampede Smell the rain and hear the thunder The midnight sky turns black as death Lightening crashes, smell the sulfur It's rank and strong as Satan's breath The cattle rise up and go runnin' I spur my pony on to take a lead And across the heard I can hear Willie yelling "Hey stampede" Dust clouds rise as the rain falls They mix together, turn the air to mud I feel the long horns brush against me And I can feel the demons racing through my blood Then all at once, my pony stumbles We hit the ground, I rise up to my knees In a flash a light I can see the cattle coming Lord I know I'm gonna die in this stampede Then I wait and I look around me I'm in my bed roll and I'm laying on the ground Over there's a wagon and there's the campfire I was only dreaming but what's that sound? Then I feel the earth tremble underneath me As the midnight sky begins to bleed And from the blackness I can hear Willie yelling "Hey stampede"

I was a new kid on the circuit, gold buckles in my eyes But the horse I drew was plenty rank, much to my surprise I did a double backflip, and landed on my head This old cowboy limped out in the arena, leaned over me, and said "You gotta cowboy up when you get throwed down Get right back in the saddle as soon as you hit the ground You've heard that the tough get going when the going gets tough Around here, what we say is, boy, you better cowboy up" By the end of my last season, they said I was among the best So I proudly called a girl back home, hopin' she would be impressed But her mama said she married a guy that I used to call my friend But before the first tear could fall, these words came back again You gotta cowboy up when you get throwed down Get right back in the saddle as soon as you hit the ground You've heard that the tough get going when the going gets tough Around here, what we say is, boy, you better cowboy up Well, it's not an easy lesson to learn in life and love But it's the only way to go whenever you bite the dust You gotta cowboy up when you get throwed down Get right back in the saddle as soon as you hit the ground You've heard that the tough get going when the going gets tough Around here, what we say is, boy, you better cowboy up Around here, what we say is, boy, you better cowboy up

I was born in a hurry but there wasn't any place to go Nowhere fast seemed better than nowhere slow I never really got the hang of hanging around Oh when you get down to it I guess I always knew it What it is that makes my world go round It's a matter of horsepower For eight seconds or miles per hour That's the way I am and that's a fact I can't ignore Yea, big boy legged, fuel injected Running wild, radar detected Man can always stand a little bit more Horsepower Well the view looks better from ahead than it looks behind I've got a need to speed and I don't mean the drugs-store kind Some people like a life that barely moves at all I say more power to them Then I fly right through 'em 'Til it slows down to a crawl It's a matter of horsepower For eight seconds or miles per hour That's the way I am and that's a fact I can't ignore Yea, big boy legged, fuel injected Running wild, radar detected Man can always stand a little bit more Horsepower Then I think about horsepower For eight seconds or miles per hour It's the way I am and it's a fact I can't ignore Yea, big boy legged, fuel injected Running wild, radar detected Man can always stand a little bit more Horsepower I've been thinkin' about horsepower For eight seconds or miles per hour It's the way I am and it's a fact I can't ignore Yea, big boy legged, fuel injected Running wild, radar detected Man can always stand a little bit more Horsepower