Feeling Fahrenheit 90 heat
Out there in the chrome barrage
Spirits dancing camouflage
Remember nights in Amarillo,
silver spurs and silver bullets
Steel guitars and lodestar stars,
Catchin' up for Cattletown,
Goin' back to the armadillo
to play in his lone star band
Bunch of pickers pickin' high,
punchin' chords out in the sky
Wanna be an old western song
Twenty years playing right or wrong
Stay and teach me to forget
Golden words not forgotten yet
So, sing me home blue bonnet bound
And railroads echo lonesome sounds
Metal on metal rumblin' through
Lonesome for this midnight blue
Catchin' out for Cattletown
Gonna make that Hereford sound
In a swingin' old star band
Bunch of pickers pickin' high
Punching chords out in the sky
For the sweet bye and bye
Letter came from the blue neon
And half a life had come and gone
Find your number on an old napkin
From that old bar we all drank in
It's kind of slow in old -timer's town
The old iced tea cools you down
It's time to breathe in scenery
Where the western spirits
Catchin' out for Cattle Town
to shake old Bobby's hand
in a swingin' lone star band
Bunch of pickers pickin' high,
punchin' chords out in the sky
for the sweet bye -and -bye
for the sweet bye -and -bye
So settle up and lasso the globe
Your friend for always, Bobby Joe
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