Ain't no hay left on the ground
|
Gonna join the sun in sittin' down
|
My last bale and well my tail is draggin'
|
Cotton shirt cotton mouth
|
Cold one's waitin' at the house
|
It's time for me to get down off the wagon
|
|
Hose me down and dress me up
|
Fire up that old pickup truck
|
Out the gate and let them horses run
|
A jukebox and swingin' doors
|
Soft and pretties on a hardwood floor
|
A cowboy's work just ain't never done
|
In the land of the midnight sun
|
|
Find a looker have her hold my keys
|
And tell her Later we'll be needing these
|
Grab a cold one turn it upside down
|
To that honky-tonkin' sound
|
|
Hose me down and dress me up
|
Fire up that old pickup truck
|
Out the gate and let them horses run
|
'Cause eight o' clock comes twice a day
|
And either way you'll find me chasin' strays
|
A cowboy's work just ain't never done
|
In the land of the midnight sun
|
|
Shoot the breeze while shootin' pool
|
Dance 'til you're sweatin' like a rented mule
|
Getting loud with all my cowboy friends
|
The party never ends
|
|
Hose me down and dress me up
|
Fire up that old pickup truck
|
Out the gate and let them horses run
|
Looky there who waits for me
|
Smiling sweetly holding up my keys
|
A cowboy's work just ain't never done
|
In the land of the midnight sun
|
|
In the land of the midnight sun
|
|
-----------------
|
Midnight Sun
|
| Garth Brooks |
