From Dusty Patures To Savoir-vivre: Beanie Begins ft. The Kids of Saint Blaise Lyrics

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

On a road to nowhere, where the memories blend

Moonshine and heifers and a whiskey in my hand

I'm a lonesome bison, roaming the wild and the free

Chasing love and wisdom on this endless journey

Through grit and dust, he keeps moving on

With his axe and scars, till the break of dawn

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

I bought me a big old limousine

With wings in the back and a broken windscreen

But it's driving me down this old road of mine

Towards the mountains and the smell of moonshine

Now I am sitting in a bar with a bunch of friends

Where the whiskey flows and the drinking never ends

Of women I had a few, though they will never ever last

Am I the only man to wait while I'm still looking through the glass

I bet, Betty was really nice but she was never a pretty looker

And Dolly she made me wish of wanting to rent an old fat hooker

My black top has fewer quirks than both of them

What's more they never sounded so bittersweet

And in the end it's grit and dust that covers your hoofs

You just keep on walking, walking along to the beat

Through grit and dust, he keeps moving on

With his axe and scars, till the break of dawn

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low