HEY BARLOW
Brenn Hill - Red Cliffs Press Music (BMI)

Verse 1:
Hey Barlow would you rather be huntin' a bear
Than curled up in a cabin with a woman with long, dark hair
Would you rather be alone up there with a packstring in your hand
Crossin' the high creeks in the spring

Hey Barlow would you rather be settin' a camp
Than lovin' up on a woman by the light of a stained glass lamp
Would you rather be sippin' your whiskey by the light of a cracklin' fire
Waitin' on whatever the mornin' brings

Chorus:
Cause the whole world's gone to hell in the cities and the towns
People are all hung up on whether skin is white or brown
So you might as well just disappear somewhere up in Wyomin'
It's a helluva place to ride
It's a heavenly place to be lonesome

Verse 2:
Hey Barlow would you rather be out on the road
On the sage highway to Jeffrey City haulin' one helluva load
Listenin' to your cowboy tunes while the wind and the diesel whines
Lookin' forward to another fall

Hey Barlow would you change if the woman was right
Would you take an office job in town and be home every night
Mowin' your lawn and weedin' your pasture thinkin' bout the old wild times
Man that just ain't you at all

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
Take your bay horse and a mule
You old bruin huntin' fool
Damn you're cool

Final Chorus