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trent willmon - ropin' pen lyrics

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every friday afternoon, i hitch up the trailer,
saddle up ol’ rock an’ ice down the cooler
drive that back road until it ends,
at the ropin’ pen

there’s rusted out pick-ups an’ fancy rigs,
twenty-thousand dollar horses, then there’s my ol’ stag,
but we’re all the same the minute we ride in,
to the ropin’ pen

well i ain’t no clayo speed,
but i give her h-ll,
h-ll, you never can tell,
some day, i just might be

we’ll turn a few steers an’ tell a few lies,
kick back in the saddle an’ philosophise
most of life’s problems, we can prob’ly solve ’em,
in the ropin’ pen

we don’t do it for the money, h-ll we’re always broke
just ask my ol’ buddy nathan what he’d pay to rope
he lost a couple of wives an’ the fingers on his hands,
to the ropin’ pen

an’ it takes a little skill an’ a little luck,
an’ you can talk smack if you can back it up
ah, but we’re all friends no matter who wins,
here at the ropin’ pen

well i ain’t no clayo speed,
but i give her h-ll,
h-ll, you never can tell
some day, i just might be

we’ll turn another pit of steers an’ tell a few more lies
drink another beer and hypothesis
most of life’s problems, h-ll, we’re gonna solve ’em,
in the ropin’ pen

see y’all again next weekend,
here at the ropin’ pen
at the ropin’ pen
down at the ropin’ pen
in the ropin’ pen

- trent willmon lyrics

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