Don'T Know Her Name

I need to go wild where the whiskey flows, And where the cards make a shufflin' flutter. I will go wherever the young blonde goes, And hope her blue eyes don't make me stutter. Been ridin' this trail for a long damn time - Pushin' these longhorns toward Santa Fe. All I've got in these pants is one thin dime - But I will raise hell when I get my pay. I've ridden five hundred miles or better With nothin' but blue eyes teasin' my brain. Don't know her name, but I aim to get her - At the end of this trail I'll stop all this pain. If you've never ridden a horse this far, Be thankful, my friend, and stay where you are. 3/4/2017