Текст Ned LeDoux – Homegrown Western Saturday Night

Well, the calving’s all done and the brandins’ through
Hayin’ won’t start for a week or two
There ain’t but one thing left to do
It’s time to celebrate

Headin’ west out of town down a blacktop road
Folks are comin’ by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode
You better bring along your appetite
Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in that old school yard
Gonna kick up my heels with my cowboy pards
And hold my woman tight

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle
Ord’s on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull down your hat, keep your mind in the middle
Raise a ruckus tonight
From the butterfly, to the jitterbug
Me and my lady’s gonna cut a rug
Wild Bill’s crackin’ out that old square jug
On another down home, good time, homegrown
Western Saturday night

Well the little kids are playin’ tag out back
Someone’s peekin’ through the outhouse crack
And if his mom could see him she’d have a heart attack
He’d have a hard time sittin’ down
Now, the young cowboys are starting to sweat
The teenage girls are playin’ hard to get
And it’s driving them crazy but the night’s young yet
Give em time, They’ll come around

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle
Ord’s on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
We come here to party and not spit and whittle
While the moon is shining bright
There’s a coyote howlin’ from the hill above
To the harmony of a morning dove
For the couple in the moonlight fallin’ in love
On another down home, good time, homegrown
Western Saturday night

Now the midnight supper really hits the spot
There’s beef, and pie and coffee in a pot
And if you drank too much well I’ll tell you what
It’ll get you back on your feet
Now, the old couple sitting around the schoolhouse door
Grinnin’ at the kids dancin’ around the floor
They remember the way it was years before
Oh the memories taste so sweet

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle
Ord’s on the guitar turn it up a little
We come here to party and not spit and whittle
While the moon is shinin bright
From «Faded Love» to the «Cattle Call»
The music rolls out to the old red wall
It’ll echo around ’til clear next fall
Well have another down home, good time, homegrown
Western Saturday night