10 Gallon Ascots - Tapes 'n Tapes

Ten gallon ascots and booze on your shirt

I’ll come to dinner and fight off the flirts

I know I know of wash away weekends

They leave me cold so cold so cold…

Your hats they long

Of range they’ve sung

File out at night

Shock steers with fright

Shockers and shooters

They line up for the hearse

I wear my best wig and drive off the freelings

In the cold the cold

I’m bought by the sender

And I’ve been sold for coal for coal…

Your hats they long

Of range they’ve sung

File out at night

Shock steers with fright

The show the drone

The talk the call

The need the snow

I’ll show you home