Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rooster Hill, artist - Dave Dudley. Album song Coast to Coast, Vol 1., in the genre КантриDate of issue: 23.02.2014
Record label: Key Mark
Song language: English
Rooster Hill |
| Last saturday night on Rooster Hill |
| I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills |
| Came home with my champion cock cut all to pieces |
| Some home made shine made my vision blur |
| And I carelessly tied up a pair of spurs |
| Last saturday night on Rooster Hill |
| I pick Cortez up off the ground |
| Neck was floppin' he wasn’t makin' a sound |
| Left leg was missing and he was barely breathin' |
| I dropped him down in paper sack |
| And told old Charlie I’d be coming back |
| Next saturday night on Rooster Hill |
| So I took Cortez home and laid him in his cage |
| He was up and about in a couple of days |
| Hopin' round and crowing loud revenge |
| I feed him steak the rest of the week |
| He’d just rip it apart with his angry beak |
| Got to snapin' the cage wired like a pair of pliers |
| Look out cortez is coming back |
| And he won’t be in no paper sack |
| He’s healed and he’s fired up |
| For Rooster Hill |
| Well saturday night rolled around again |
| And I tucked cortez into his portable pin |
| And we headed on up to check out the secluded hill |
| When we arrived the bones was already rollin |
| And you could hear Charlie’s big bad gray a crowing |
| And sure enough it’s saturday night on Rooster Hill |
| We scaled them up and Cortez was light |
| And I said that’s alright let old one leg fight |
| And Charlie gave three to one odds one his big bad gray |
| We faced them off and Cortez knew |
| He was looking at the bird that spurred and chewed him half away last week |
| On Rooster Hill |
| We set 'em down to let 'em scratch |
| And it took all I had to hold Cortez back |
| He dug a hole deep enough to bury the big gray |
| Charlie look at me and said a grand to five |
| I said Charlie you’re on let them feathers fly |
| It’s saturday night |
| On Rooster Hill |
| Look out cortez is coming back |
| And he won’t be in no paper sack |
| He’s healed and he’s fired up |
| For Rooster Hill |
| Earl gives a count and hollers pit |
| And cortez flies up to make one fatale hit |
| And Charlie kicks his big bad gray in the gully |
| He slowly peels off ten big bills |
| And I say Charlie old buddy I know how it feels |
| This ain’t my first trip to Rooster Hill |
| It’s sunday morning back here on the farm |
| Things are quiet except around the barn |
| It’s sunrise and I’m cookin' Cortez a t-bone |
| All the bars are closed and the only action |
| Is my champion cock crowing satisfaction |
| And me a count’n my take… |
| On Rooster Hill |