David Lee Roth
Giddy-Up!
What the hell is going on here?
I don't know but I'll get blame
What a lawless time on the danger trail
The romance wrote the rage
Unloaded .45 iron horses on a thundering rail
On a Union Oil map and a rose tattoo from a Kansas jail

Like a big bull torn on a hot plate
I'm ready to blow
You can tell from the sound of my laugh
Sound like four flat tires bumpin' down a muddy road

Giddy up
Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white
Giddy up
I will be your long, tall Texan tonight
Giddy up
Straight down the highway as fast as you can go
Last of the vanishing riders
We roll and roll and we still riding

Yeah, now how you take the turn
Depends on how much spur you give it
Like me and Annie Oakley here
Way past the excitin' limit
I spent a year with her last night
She was musically encouraged
Now here is three minutes 23
Of cowboy pain and courage
She ran the bar at the Cheatin' Heart Café
Guess I was a criminal and crime didn't pay

Giddy up
Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white
Giddy up
I will be your long, tall Texan tonight
Giddy up
Straight down the highway as fast as you can go
Last of the vanishing riders
We roll and roll and we still riding

So I got out of the car and I was out in the middle of nowhere
The sun was coming up and I was out of the desert
I couldn't tell if it was all behind me or it was all in front of me
As far as you could see
That road seemed to stretch forever (forever)
Forever, as far as you can see
As far as anybody ever could see
Maybe even farther (I can feel it coming)
(I can feel it coming)
Like a big bull torn on a hot plate
I'm ready to blow
You can tell from the sound of my laugh
Sound like four flat tires bumpin' down a muddy road

Giddy up
Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white
Giddy up
I will be your long, tall Texan tonight
Giddy up
Straight down the highway as fast as you can go
Giddy up
Last of the vanishing riders, we roll

Giddy up
Can't remember? Sometimes good guys don't wear white
Giddy up
I will be your long, tall Texan tonight
Giddy up
Straight down the highway as fast as you can go
Last of the vanishing riders
We roll and roll and we still riding