Corb Lund - Trouble In the Country Lyrics
there was a body in the bleachers not making no soundsblood in the grandstand, blood on the seatsthe county cops called in the mounted policeThere’s trouble in the country, trouble country styledon’t blink twice or you’ll miss it by a country miletrouble in the country, trouble country styledon’t think twice or you’ll miss it by a country mileWe took a bulldogger's money from him playin stookbut he's an oklahoma thug and he didn't want it tookpistol came out so we played some morelost most of it back to him, headed for the doorTried to sell my cows but the border got closedso we'll tighten up the belt and ride it out i sposefeedin calved out heifers and their young uns toospending money on hay to feed beef i can't useLarry lost a thumb when he dallied too quickat the jackpot ropin down on boundary crickwhen we was all kids that's the first thing we learned!that the reata bites and the saddle horn burnsso it's thumbs up, brother, when you take your turnsbut when the money gets big people get hurt