The Hallas Cowboys - Bring It Lyrics

Giddy up good boy cause I takin' my ride
Down the four-widths deal to the other side
In the valley is a man and he looks like a horse
But he never would say of course, of course
There's a hell of a plan that you got my man
And it goes by the name of, Uncle Sam
To the neck with foam, hittin' some bone
And you're going to be bled, and you're right
Hey, hey, cause you looked so good
That I wanted knock on my head of wood
Throw it over my shoulder like a grain of salt
You turn me on baby, but it's not my fault
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on
Turn it on

(Hey) Some were wrong 'cuz the man came clear
That he came to the family reunion this year
But my Uncle Sam couldn't give a damn
If he said "I am what I am what I am," huh
And your man could've miss-informed
Into the middle of a microphone
Said "sorry sir, mam seems to be a report
Of a man coming in and breaking up court"
To the jester on the left, though you called my friend
So what's and he made some mends
And he couldn't recommend what he made re-mends and
Hey men, er-men and amen, ah

(Ha!) Some gray come over here
And I gotta tell you something right in your ear
Are your eyeballs open or under there
Have you heard the word, it's going to sear
It's a scary old time of year it is
October 30th 'cuz his name is Juice
And he's on his drums and a birthday boy
Gonna be fifty-five, double nickels oh joy
Not to hate Sam Ricket in a non-kinda bricket
He's a holding on and coming on at the same time lick it
Way back is Chatzie Noam
Hands on the horn I treat her with scorn
But, it down to I
Is it down to I
Is it down to I

Awe, awe, awe
At communion sir, is all they say "good luck"
You poured it on man but you must, must sup
If you remember about the congregation and flock
And you're going to tie a rock that it said "good luck"
Oh, over the hill came Black Ball Pete
With the forty-five pounds of the best of wheat
And he dug himself a rimo, a limo, a gimmo
Come along man, 'gainy and you're gonna get sinners
All of you see, hear, the best of folks
And they break it down hard with the dirtiest jokes
All the time and we never do it quick
Cause my mind can't say "Can't give a.. huh", huh
I wanna be ya, I wanna give ya, I wanna give ya
Wanna give ya, wanna give ya
Make it great again folks! (Ha ha!)
Make it great again folks! (It's already great!)
Make it great again folks! (Yeah yeah!)
Make it great again folks

If you bring it, bring it to it
Bring us all to the point that you can't get back to it
And you all get into it
Just bring it to the point that you can't get into it, uh
On a hit, I loitered my head
Going a hundred miles south at a hundred mile an hour
But a branch and me, become debris
But it's onto the next re-life
Oh Lord, come to me
For an hour, won't you see?
My eyes are closed but I can't see
I don't know if it's him or me
I'm coming hard to the hard set
Onto the hard sell, rock is hard I plant a sick cell
On my bookshelf, with a hard shell
I justify this back and forth, to and fore
And you're gonna get me to read a little bit more
From the Chapter of Isiah to the Man in Black
You're coming up long like a heart attack
He's Waylan, Waylan, a bard that keeps on sailing
And Marlon, Marlon, a bard that comin' 'round, uh-huh