Old Man Luedecke - Song For Ian Tyson Lyrics
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Song For Ian Tyson
Song For Ian Tyson Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Song For Ian Tyson By Old Man Luedecke?
Well them old cowboys don't sing too much no more
They've been singing to the wind And their throats are sore And every love they rode away From makes them walk the floor Them old cowboys don't sing too much no more Like an old wolf in a leg trap They'll stand up fierce when you come They want to be counted but their time hasn't come Just an old man drowning in a ten gallon hat Like an old wolf caught in a leg trap Dry and dusty, dry and dusty Whiskey makes the guitar rusty But soothes the voice like honey for a while Raise a glass to the cowboy friend Who's life we'll never see again Who's songs run on like water for all time Well way out on the prairie the cowboy wrote his songs Long have grown the grasses Round the spring where he sat long Who's crystal shattered Fettered souls of all who listened long As the cowboy strummed in time alone Dry and dusty, dry and dusty Whiskey makes the guitar rusty But soothes the voice like honey for a while Raise a glass to the cowboy friend Who's life we'll never see again Who's songs run on like water for all time Who's songs run on like water for all time |
Who Wrote Song For Ian Tyson By Old Man Luedecke?
Christopher Rudolf Luedecke
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What's The Duration Of The Song For Ian Tyson By Old Man Luedecke?The duration of Song For Ian Tyson is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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