Hanging on a wall like a thousand times you been therea picture of a field of dandelionsAnd a young stud colt a following a cowboy on a brood marea bound to make it home by dinner timeThere's a thunderhead a coming from the west and he's sure thinkingthe rain would do this dusty dirt some goodBut it ain't a cowboys weather so he nudges his old faithfuland turns around to call out to the studChoursCome on Willie, there's a black cloud coming yonderThe devil beats his wife with a silver chainCome on Willie, can't you hear the thunderYour ma and me don't travel well in rainIt ain't nothing much to look at just a print I got from grandmaa real west river cowgirl in her dayAnd sometimes I need religion since the old girls gone before meAnd that's when I can hear the cowboy sayChoursInstrumentalNow the western feeling has become another sideshowSelling out the bygone days gone byAnd we never know it's raining we can't hear it for our thunderWe can't see it for our clouds up in the skyChours
