From the hills of Kaycee, Wyoming,
Where life's woolly and wild,
Came a Navy brat in a cowboy hat,
An' that Copenhagen smile.
And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks,
He always sang a cowboy's song.
An' we were much too young, havin' too much fun,
As we all sang along.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":
There's only one way you're gonna get through it.
When she starts to twist, be more like Chris:
Pull your hat down tight an' just LeDoux it.
When that whistle blows an' the crowd explodes,
And them pick-up men are at your side,
They tell you good ride, cowboy,
Good ride.
(Take a ride).
From gold buckles to gold records,
Once again he was spinnin' 'round.
Took the whole world on,
And he turned us on to that Western Underground.
An' from Bareback Jack to This Cowboy's Hat,
The songs were stronger than his pain.
An' he would not slow down from town to town,
Like children runnin' through the rain.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":
There's only one way you're gonna get through it.
When she starts to twist, be more like Chris:
Pull your hat down tight an' just LeDoux it.
When that whistle blows an' that crowd explodes,
And them pick-up men are at your side,
They tell you good ride, cowboy,
Good ride.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":
There's only one way you're gonna get through it.
Yeah, when she starts to twist, be more like Chris:
Pull your hat down tight, let me have it:
(An' just LeDoux it.)
When that whistle blows an' the crowd explodes,
And them pick-up men are at your side,
They tell you good ride, cowboy,
Good ride.
When we cross that river Jordan,
With St Peter on the other side,
Singin' good ride, cowboy, good Ride.
Say good ride, cowboy, good Ride.
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