Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballad Of Will Rogers, artist - Chris Ledoux. Album song Thirty Dollar Cowboy, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1982
Record label: Nashville Catalog
Song language: English
Ballad Of Will Rogers |
He was born and raised in Oklahoma his blood lines were white and Cherokee |
His daddy owned a ranch outside of Clairmore |
Where he learned to ride before the age of three |
Now young Will Rogers was a cowboy |
And he practiced with his rope most everyday |
He’d ride around the barn or cross the prarie |
And threw a rope around any thug that came his way |
Yes Will Rogers was a country boy one of Oklahoma’s favorite sons |
The nation clamied him as their pride and joy |
But his roots were deep in Oklahoma sod |
Before too long he had his fill of schooling |
At eighteen years he got the urge to roam |
A whole great big world wass out there waiting |
So he saddled up and lit out on his own |
Well he wrangled some ranches down in Texas |
And he punched some cows out in New Mexico |
Then he nearly starved to death in Argentina |
In Africa he joined a wild west show |
Yes Will Rogers… |
From the early days of Vaudeville to the big time |
Folks that knew him said that he’d never change |
He was still the simple Oaklahoma cowboy |
No matter what he always stayed the same |
I suppose most of all he loved the people |
Said, he never met a man he didn’t like |
When times were hard and folks were feeling sorry |
A word from Will would always bring a smile |
Yes Will Rogers… |