ROUNDER

 written by Doug Moreland, ASCAP (composer/author and publisher)

 If it suits you, it tickles me plum to death

 I ain't one to waste a breath

 If you like it, I like it just fine

 Just like I like the rest

 Had me a woman, had me a roan

 By both I have been thrown

 One's twice as big, one's twice as pretty

 But neither will leave me alone

 I'm a rounder, coming around

 I'm bucking horses, hitting the ground

 And this old truck keeps breaking down

 But I'm a rounder, coming round

 I see no one rides like that anymore

 Am I losing my touch

 Times have changed from what they were before

 But I don't think I've changed that much

 I dream at night of a Tahitian woman

 And a bar where the grass skirts sway

 Maybe this spring, I'll draw my pay

 Load up my horse and sail away

 I'm a rounder, coming around

 I'm bucking horses, hitting the ground

 And this old truck keeps breaking down

 But I'm a rounder, coming round

 I'm a rounder, coming around

 I'm bucking horses, hitting the ground

 And this old truck keeps breaking down

 But I'm a rounder, coming round