(A) (A) (A) (A)A Under the skies of old "Big D"D He works a nine-to-fiveE Bending steel and driving nailsA By phone in a suit and tieD He fights traffic in his MercedesA To put on his cowboy bootsD Then he climbs on board his pick-up truckE And barrels on out of the chuteD A Dallas days and Fort Worth nightsE All day long he sets his sightsA On ice cold beer and neon lightsD From sky high beams To bucking machinesA He's a single man with a double lifeE D A Dallas days and Fort Worth nightsA Yeah he's headed honky-tonkin'D To a place they call CowtownE He's gonna hit the floor hip-hoppin'A Just spinnin' when the sun goes downD He'll buy a drink for a cowgirlA Hopin' to quench her thirstD One that'll take him to heavenE And bring him back down to earthD All day long he sets his sightsA On ice cold beer and neon lightsE D A Dallas days and Fort Worth nightsE A Dallas days (No Chord) and Fort Worth nights
Dallas Days And Fort Worth Nights
Chris LeDoux
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