James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
[Verse 1]
Some bow-legged cowboy from a long line of losing
Had washed up on the city shore
He was once a proud puncher
Now a TV dinner luncher
Another knot in the board
Called him Stray Dog
He's the shadow of the man
That he once was before
Now he's just another cog
Weeping at the bar
For all his pain endured
[Chorus]
When your brake fluid's leaking
And them tires get rolling
Seldom do you stand and stay
There's a life of hard truth
With a bucket full of lies
That's all heading your way
Rocking and a rolling on a long way down
Trucking toward the end of the day
These burns on your back
The stains on your hat
It's all fading away, it's all fading away
[Verse 2]
He talked me up and down about them Broncs he used to buck
We're talking the PRCA
But I was taking it all with the grains of salt
I saw deposited in his brain
'cuz sometimes what you need
Is another mind to listen
To your lattice of pure disdain
It's all out over in as your heart starts to spin
And rises to a higher place
[Chorus]
When your brake fluid's leaking
And them tires get rolling
Seldom do you stand and stay
There's a life of hard truth
With a bucket full of lies
That's all heading your way
Rocking and a rolling on a long way down
Trucking toward the end of the day
These burns on your back
The stains on your hat
It's all fading away, it's all fading away
[Verse 3]
He stumbled on back to his one room cell
Just a couple blocks down the way
You know he'd trade that all for a bunk house in the country
Built from straw and clay
But choices he'd made
And the chances he'd take
All walked him to the end of the line
Back then the ranch was just money
Now the money's gone
It's a thousand empty bottles of wine, a thousand empty bottles of wine
[Chorus]
When your brake fluid's leaking
And them tires get rolling
Seldom do you stand and stay
There's a life of hard truth
With a bucket full of lies
That's all heading your way
Rocking and a rolling on a long way down
Trucking toward the end of the day
These burns on your back
The stains on your hat
It's all fading away, it's all fading away
Urban Cowboy was written by James Steinle.