A little wrangler was born I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm Hes such a changeable form in his very first year He rides on to wrangler school With a slingshot and a saddlebag of hand-me-down tools Doesnt want to look like a fool Pass the jail without tears Time machines, remembered scenes That a wrangler rides through a passing stream Times replaced by a peaceful dream Wrangler space He reigns his pony to the gate of the school Feather pens and inkwells of hand-me-down rules Like trading a pony for an aging mule He rides away without fear Time machines, new routines That a wrangler rides through a passing dream And times replaced by a peaceful stream Space wrangler space He gets off at a strangers place Where the girls dance different with familiar grace Hes knowing that he found the place That pours the coldest beer Skol, very cold beer Cheers, to your friends so near High, your dreams so clear Raise another glass to the dreams so near - Widespread Panic
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 13:21:01 +0000