The Buckle Up Saloon
She dances to the rhythm at a place where cowboys gather
She dances in the evening and in the afternoon
She's got no place she'd rather be and that's a wonderous thing
She knows a thousand tunes at the Buckle Up Saloon.
She looked for fame and fortune in a place called New York City
The price of fame was high and the friendly folks were few
Took a train ride back to Texas where some folks still ride horses
And thought about the cowboy who hoped she'd say "I do"
Well,she plays a lonely guitar and she sings of love and loss
And wonders where he calls home and if he's gone for good
While she thinks about the music and the memories he left -
Sings about the days gone by and hopes he understood
She dances to the rhythm at a place where cowboys gather
She dances in the evening and in the afternoon
She's got no place she'd rather be and that's a wonderous thing
She knows a thousand tunes at the Buckle Up Saloon
4-16-18
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