Gary Fjellgaard Song Lyrics > Contenders

Out on the road
In the Ford hotel
Some stories ain't
Fit to tell
We're the boys of rhythm
Tryin to make a livin
With an old flat top

Kickin up dust
On the old brown earth
Stick around us
Get your money's worth
We're the boys of rhythm
Tryin to make a livin
With an old flat top

I could be fishin
Not where I'm at
Stayin home
With the dog and cat
Could be sittin
On the Island
Lookin at the view
But I'd rather be
Here with you

We gotta move
Can't hang around
Another show in one more town
We're the boys of rhythm
Tryin to make a livin
With an old flat top

So we get out of tune
We get a little loud
But you seem to be
Like a pretty good crowd
Or did you buy that ticket and come on down
Cause we're the only game in town

Back on the road
In the Ford hotel
We got stories
Ain't fit to tell
We're the boy's of rhythm
Tryin to make a livin
With an old flat top

Hey Valdy about Medicine Hat
You know we can't talk about that
We're the boys of rhythm
Tryin to make a livin
With an old flat top

Sometimes Gary you don't have much to say
You know that's the cowboy way
We're the boys of rhythm
Tryin to make a livin
With an old flat top

Writer Gary Fjellgaard / Valdy