Tin Roof

How did a sweet little homegrown blue-eyed angel like you

Go and get all tangled up with this rodeo fool

It’s a full moon, on a Friday, who’d ever thought I’d be

Sipping on wine, looking into your eyes, sitting on a front porch swing

Cause I'm a traveler, rambler, running wild and free

This gypsy soul feels right at home, rolling like a tumbleweed

But when you look at me the way you do

Makes an ol’ cowboy want to hang his hat underneath a tin roof with you

There's a dive bar somewhere, a little less rowdy tonight

And there's a bouncer in there, breaking up one less fight

My outlaw buddies can't, wait to meet this gal

That came along and hobbled this bronc, and finally slowed me down

Cause I'm a traveler, rambler, running wild and free

This gypsy soul feels right at home, rolling like a tumbleweed

But when you look at me the way you do

Makes an ol’ cowboy want to hang his hat underneath a tin roof with you

I was a traveler, rambler, running wild and free

This gypsy soul felt right at home, rolling like a tumbleweed

But when you look at me the way you do

Makes an ol’ cowboy want to hang his hat underneath a tin roof with you

Makes an ol’ cowboy want to hang his hat underneath a tin roof with you

Neath a tin roof with you