作词 : John Phillips 作曲 : John Phillips Me and my uncle went ridin' down South Colorado, West Texas bound We stopped over in Santa Fe That bein' the point just about half way Then you know it was the hottest part of the day And I took the horses up to the stall Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt It bein' summer, I took off my shirt And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt When Texas cowboys, they's all around With liquor and money, they loaded down So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game High-low jack and the winner take the hand My uncle starts winnin', cowboys got sore One of them called him and then two more Accused him of cheatin', oh no, it couldn't be I know my uncle, he's as honest as me And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be That's real One of them cowboys, and he starts to draw When I shot him down, Lord, but he never saw Shot me another, oh damn, he won't grow old In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold And we high-tailed it down to Mexico And I love those cowboys, I love their gold I loved my uncle, God rest his soul Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road
作词 : John Phillips 作曲 : John Phillips Me and my uncle went ridin' down South Colorado, West Texas bound We stopped over in Santa Fe That bein' the point just about half way Then you know it was the hottest part of the day And I took the horses up to the stall Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt It bein' summer, I took off my shirt And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt When Texas cowboys, they's all around With liquor and money, they loaded down So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game High-low jack and the winner take the hand My uncle starts winnin', cowboys got sore One of them called him and then two more Accused him of cheatin', oh no, it couldn't be I know my uncle, he's as honest as me And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be That's real One of them cowboys, and he starts to draw When I shot him down, Lord, but he never saw Shot me another, oh damn, he won't grow old In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold And we high-tailed it down to Mexico And I love those cowboys, I love their gold I loved my uncle, God rest his soul Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road
