Losing Time - Josh Fudge

Girl I Hate Assuming Cause It be so confusing So tell me what we doing Cause we could a room and Just tell me what you're choosing We could just go cruising Up in my Malibu and Girl all this time we losing Girl I hate assuming It be so confusing So tell me what we doing We fucking or we cooling Cause either or is soothing Were breaking all the rules & Girl who the fuck we fooling Cause all this time we're losing Your last man was abusive You know I'm exclusive If I told a woman leave husband She would it They say I am allusive I just say that I do this I'm just talking money women & the music I feel like I'm Cupid If I want a woman I shoot em I sound like I might lose it But I be feeling lucid I think these niggas stupid and They just speak it fluid Shit it's getting humid Here up in the booth man And I just spit the truth man And shout out grandma Ruth man Imma see you soon ansd Just to see just how you doing She said don't chase these women Boy just chase the viewing They want you to seduce em I said that is fake news & That's why I hate assuming Girl I hate assuming Cause It be so confusing So tell me what we doing Cause we could a room and Just tell me what you're choosing We could just go cruising Up in my Malibu and Girl all this time we losing Girl I Hate Assuming It be so confusing So tell me what we doing We fucking or we cooling Cause either or is soothing Were breaking all the rules & Girl who the fuck we fooling Cause all this time we're losing

My name is Bob Fudge I was born in Texas Lampasas County Back during the war Small pox and Comanches Took most of my family Left my poor mother My brothers and me So I headed north To ride for the Blockers They were contractin' herds On the Montana range In the spring of the year '82 We left ol' Lampasas With two thousand steers For the Little Bighorn Crossing our trails There were many great rivers All to be crossed Not a bridge would we find In the cold rolling waters And the wild plunging cattle There was many a young man Took leave of his life Well, we crossed at Doan's Store Into the Indian nation Saw the blood on the rocks Where those cowboys had died Then it's on to Fort Dodge On the Arkansas River Where gamblers and the whores All welcomed us there And the great snowcapped peaks Are on our left side now For many miles In the great silent land When I first saw Montana I knew I would love her I would ride her great plains 'Til the end of my days But she's all cut-and-dry now And the trails are all gone I've been to Yellowstone Park In an automobile But I can still see 'em swimming Boys, I can still hear 'em running I came off of the trails When cowboys was king My name is Bob Fudge I died in Montana