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Verse 1
Another cold and snowy day
Gotta get out in the worst way
Tired of seeing clouds of grey
Wishing that this winter gloom would fade
Ain’t no sun, ain’t no fun.
Going crazy, don’t you wanna get your lazy……on
Chorus
I’m ready for t-shirts and tank-tops
Mini-skirts and cut-offs
Sittin’ on the porch with a cold soda pop
I wanna play some baseball and horse-shoe
Enjoy some pig roasts and barbecues
Soak up the sun on a lazy afternoon
I’m sick of these cold winter blues
Can’t wait for spring to bloom
Verse 2
Out of the house, it’s time to go
Turn up that song on the radio
Pop the clutch, put the gear down low
Let’s make our way to the swimmin’ hole
We’ll splash around till the sun goes down
Make a little fire outside of town
Let’s dance around in our bare feet
You’re wearin’ my sweatshirt and lookin’ sweet
Yeah, we could stay or we could go
Make our way to the Buffett show
Love these nights in Colorado
Watch stars in the back of my Silverado
Chorus
It’s time for t-shirts and tank tops
Miniskirts and cut-offs
Sittin’ on the porch with a cold soda pop
It’s time for baseball and horse-shoes
pig roasts and barbecues
Soakin’ up the sun on a lazy afternoon
I'm sick of all those cold winter blues
It's time for Spring to bloom
Bridge
So clap your hands and stomp your feet
Let’s move along to that Dixie beat
Raise your hands and sing out load
We are young, and oh so proud
Chorus
It’s time for t-shirts and tank tops
Miniskirts and cut-offs
Sittin’ on the porch with a cold soda pop
It’s time for baseball and horse-shoes
pig roasts and barbecues
Soakin’ up the sun on a lazy afternoon
I'm sick of all those cold winter blues
It's time for Spring to bloom
Outro
Hole lot of fun, hole lot of sun, feeling lazy, time to get your crazy…..on
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2. |
Singing Your Song
03:57
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Verse1
Somethings strange
At least that's what you wanna say
You must be right,
Strange things are a foot at the Circle Kay
No, that’s not right,
And your thoughts are completely wrong
In those misguided steps
I'll still be with you singing your song
Chorus
I know that good things don't happen that much
And I know that people put ya down
You know my love is so strong
Till I'm dead I'll still be singing your song
And your my only queen, and I'm your only king
What we have ain't no small thing
You know my love is so strong
Till I'm dead I'll still be singing your song
Verse 2
The grumpy old ladies
Try to teach you their ways best
In the frustrated moments
They can't put our love to the test
Don't worry babe
It just makes the days go on long
But even through those troubled times
I'll still be singing your song
Chorus
Bridge
From Bangkok to Calgary
Greece and Cecile
And don't forget China and Hong Kong
Anywhere we go, anywhere we'll be
I'll still be singing your song
I'll still be singing your song
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3. |
Be a Farmer's Boy
03:15
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Verse 1
The sun had set behind the hills,
Across the dreary moor,
Weary and lame, a boy there came
To a farmer's door
Tell me if any there be
Who will give employ,
To plow and sow, to reap and mow,
And be a farmer's boy, And Be a Farmer’s Boy
Verse 2
Father’s dead, and mother’s left
Five children small;
And what was worse for mamma still,
I'm the oldest of them all.
I'll work as hard as can be,
If you'll give employ,
To plow and sow, and reap and mow,
And be a farmer's boy. And be a farmer’s boy.
Chorus
Teach the boy the work the land with his hands
Help him grow to be an honest man
We need a shot to show the world what we can offer
We plow and sow, and reap and mow, and watch each other prosper
Verse 3
If you won't give employ,
One favor I to ask,
Shelter me, till break of day,From this cold winter's blast?
At break of day, I'll trudge away
Elsewhere to employ,
To plow and sow, and reap and mow,
And be a farmer's boy.' And be a farmer’s boy
Verse 4
'Come, try the lad,'
the mistress said,
'Let him no further seek.'
'O, dear father!'
While tears ran down her cheek:
'He would work if he could,
And wander for employ;
Don't turn him away, but let him stay,
And be a farmer's boy.' And be a farmer's boy.'
Chorus
Verse 5
And when the lad became a man,
The good old farmer died,
And left the lad the farm he had,
And his daughter for his bride.
The lad that was, the farm he has,
He smiles, and thinks with joy
Of the day he came that way,
To be a farmer's boy.
To be a farmer’s boy.
To plow and sow, to reap and mow,
And Be a Farmer’s Boy
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Recently selected as an WXPN “Philly local pick of the day”, Silver City Rodeo is an alt-country / folk rock act from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Since hitting the music scene in 2011 with their self-titled debut EP, the 6 piece band has been etching their way into the central PA original music landscape. From fiddle-driven Americana riffs to bluesy guitar licks, the music is honest, and refreshing. ... more
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