Cowboy Christmas Day
We see a lot of go-to’s and miles along the way.
Cowboy Christmas Day Oil up your saddle. Time to put on a show. Gettin’ ready of the run at the the next rodeo. The sun is on the horizon. The cows eatin’ grass. Listening to the radio, Come Mobridge at last. We see a lot of go-to’s and miles along the way. We’re gonna win it all on cowboy Christmas day. A big old shiny buckle and a new pair of jeans, my best western shirt with hand stitching in the seams. Wakin’ up to flapjacks, A plate of beans at night, up at the crack of dawn, tellin’ stories by firelight. We see a lot of go-to’s and miles along the way. We’re gonna win it all on cowboy Christmas day.