Oak Brush şarkı sözleri

In the bottom of the canyon At the old blue cattle-guard gate To the top of Comical Ridge Where the sunrise can't wait And all along the Right Hand Fork road Diggin' deep into the paint Well, it's anywhere you're lookin' And it's everywhere you ain't And I've got these sheep and cattle They don't seem like all that much Ten thousand dusty acres of That old gray-brown oak brush It eats your chaps and saddle And your tapaderos too Puts a red burn on your face and hide And scuff marks in your boots It's porcupines and falcons And a brand new mule deer fawn It was here before the day I came It'll be here when I'm gone And these sheep and wild damn cattle Don't seem like all that much For forty years of fightin' through That old gray-brown oak brush But I don't know where I'd be if I wasn't here right now A farmer in a valley cussin' at my plow Or in some damned old city starin' at the wall Up in a high rise building wishin' it would fall And I know my time's a comin' 'Though I ain't in any rush They'll plant my bones six feet below That old gray-brown oak brush They'll plant my bones six feet below That old gray-brown oak brush