The Other Side of the Hill Songtext

von Suzy Bogguss

"Watch out when they start to twist;
"Hold tight with a leather fist."
That's what his daddy told him,
How to ride the bull.
There's a jingle in his jeans,
Sore places in between.
He's leaving me in Tennesse,
With a push and a pull.

"Ten four, honey, come on back,
"Horse trainer on a Cadillac.
"I'm calling for my cowboy in the Coupe De Ville.
"Chug a lug up one side,
"Glide down the other.
"He's a lover of the other side of the hill."

Turn up that radio;
Don't think about rodeo.
Don't think about roundup,
Up in old Cheyenne.
It's a crazy circuit,
Yeah, but he still works it.
Come on, turn that sound up,
And let's check the scan.

"Ten four, honey, come on back,
"Horse trainer on your Cadillac.
"I'm calling for my cowboy in the Coupe De Ville.
"Chug a lug up one side,
"Glide down the other.
"He's a lover of the other side of the hill."

Instrumental break.

Bandana on a rear view mirror,
Still wet from ear to ear.
I'm praying he'll remember,
What the wise men say.
"When you ride that last one,
"Better make it a fast one.
"Jump while he's moving,
"And just walk away."

"Ten four, honey, come on back,
"Horse trainer on your Cadillac.
"I'm calling for my cowboy in the Coupe De Ville,
"Chug a lug up one side,
"Glide down the other.
"He's a lover of the other side of the hill."

"Ten four, honey, come on back,
"Horse trainer on your Cadillac.
"I'm calling for my cowboy in the Coupe De Ville,
"Chug a lug up one side,
"Glide down the other.
"He's a lover of the other side of the hill."