Big Hole Boys Ballad
Gemaakt door IceB met Udio AI
2024-04-17
Lyrics
Down in Sun Valley, where the Henry’s Fork does run,Ten good ol’ boys found their slice of heaven, under that Idaho sun.Stoddard’s got his bag of chips, a crunch in every bite,And Buck’s nursin’ Budweisers, keepin’ his spirits bright.Menzies, our shaman, hands out chocolates, dark and sweet,The world turns shades of magic as the river and sky meet. Josh Young by the fire, tellin tales of loves long past,While Keltin stands by the river, hopin’ for one more fish at last.Yuras, new to the party’s heart, with a rod and beer in hand,Finds his joy in Idaho, this wild, promised land.Scott Payne’s a legend, with a beer count mighty high,Seventy deep, but can he go for seventy five? Thatcher's our ringleader, wrestled cowboy dickbrooms in his day, Now he tangles with giant trout, ruling rivers with his sway. Quist with his flavored tobacco, he grins wide with every throw, While Broderick burns the Shaman’s old coat, watching the fire grow.
