Corb Lund – Ranchin Ridin Romance (Guitar)

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Well I met him in the stockyards sometime back around oh two

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He said kid, the weight of the whole world looks like it's upon you

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Well I told him I'm a cowboy just doin' the best I can

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But this ranchin’, ridin’, romance is startin' to kinda kick my ass

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He said son, I can show ya how to best not overgraze your land

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Give advice on finer points of ridin' broncs like an old hand

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And then I'll tell you about the troubles with the ladies that I've had

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Ranchin’, ridin’, romance, well two out of three ain't bad

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Ranchin', ridin', romance

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I've seldom met the man

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Who could ranch and ride and romance

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But two outta three ain't bad

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He said I've weathered some tough winters and been damned near out of hay

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And I've climbed aboard some snakey sons of bitches in my day

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But most of that was easy next to all courtship demands

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Ranchin’, ridin’, romance, well two out of three ain't bad

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Ranchin', ridin', romance

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I've seldom met the man

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Who could ranch and ride and romance

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But two outta three ain't bad

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Know thyself my son and always play toward your strengths

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For you can tilt at many windmills, you can go any lengths

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But no one can do it all, my boy and I've come to understand

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That with ranchin', ridin’, romance, well two outta three ain't bad

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(Ranchin', Ridin', romance)

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(Boy don't look so sad)

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(A man ain't got but two hands)

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(So just do the best you can)

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 Ranchin', ridin', romance

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 I've seldom met the man

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 Who could ranch and ride and romance

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 But two outta three ain't bad

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 Who could ranch and ride and romance

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 But two outta three ain't bad