by The Corb Lund Band on album Americana Music Awards Sampler

There is a woman, she lives in the west She's not the devil, but she wears his best dress She's quicker than lightning with the iron on her hips She's quicker than lightning and they say she don't mis

by Corb Lund featuring Ian Tyson on album Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer

The Rodeos's Over The Folks Have Gone home and the cowboys are all down the road well boys it was a good one we kicked a hole in the sky and even them rank ones got rode it was as wild as they come an

by Corb Lund on album Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier!

Instrumental

by Corb Lund feat. Ian Tyson on album Hair In My Eyes Like a Hignland Steer

by Corb Lund on album Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer

by Corb Lund feat. Ian Tyson on album Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer

by Corb Lund feat. Ian Tyson on album Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Losin' Lately Gambler

(*Lund, Traditional)) Well I like a full bodied lager as much as the next hard working man The taste of suds while dealing stud I can surely understand Trucker speed and yes indeed it's nearly g

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Losin' Lately Gambler

(*Lund, Harry Stinson) This is my prairie, this is my home I'll make my stand here and I'll die alone They can drill, they can mine o'er my smouldering bones Cuz this is my prairie, th

by Corb Lund on album Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier!

Family reunion, she’s gonna be a good one So lemme bend your ear, the clan’s all here for the family reunion Well my cowboy uncles sing cowboy songs And they get drunk and the words get wrong

by TNA Wrestling on album Deadman's Hand

a whisky bottle, sets upon the table surrounded by the pounding, of a nervous heart a dealer dealing, good fate or misfortune will have you sweating bullets for the right cards (Naaa Na, Na Na Na Na

by The Corb Lund Band on album The World's Best Award Winning Country, Volume 4

CHORUS: I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill But I won't be able to sing it until I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back I first got

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Cabin Fever

A two night stand in Tulsa pullin out an’ headed west Freddie grabbed the Gideons from the hotel in the desk An’ we said “what’s the matter brother? Are you worried about your soul” He sa

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Losin' Lately Gambler

Well I'm long gone to Saskatchewan Long gone to Saskatchewan Where the gettin's good if you're gettin' gone I'm gonna put my boots and my hat back on. Cause I'm long gone

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Losin' Lately Gambler

Veterinary surgeon, horse doctor come quick Cuz the old bitch whelped and the puppies took sick Bring your little black bag with the medicines in Bring the tranq and the crank and the penicillin W

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Losin' Lately Gambler

He might have needed a longer look He might have read an old Tschiffely's book The truth will come with ten thousand miles in the saddle He's seen a few good years Between criollo ears And all

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Cabin Fever

You know he never did marry, faith took all his energies Was a celibate preacher for thirty two good seasons At Hazelwood Hamlet's single room one and only house of worship in the trees She was a b

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Cabin Fever

Stay with me through September The summer didn't last And there ain't nobody in New York City that could need you half as bad Stay with me through September The nights are getting cold Old Man Wi

by Corb Lund on album Hair In My Eyes Like a Highland Steer

Full growed porcupine dead on the road It'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load I got checked out by a blonde, young heifer She says she might wanna but i ain't gonna let er Hair in my eyes

by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans on album Cabin Fever

When the oil stops, everything stops, nothin’ left in the fountain Nobody wants paper money, son, so you just as well stop countin’ Can you break the horse, can you light the fire? What’s tha