You Ain’t Heard Nothin’ Till You Hear Him Roar !
(Bob Nolan)
I’m tough as a boot and a wild galoot
And a son of the lone prairie.
(He’s tough as a boot and a son of the lone prairie.)
I drink raw liquor, my trigger hand’s quicker
Than the human eye can see.
(You ain’t heard nothin’ till you hear him roar!)
I’m a high strung lad and my temperament’s bad
And the least thing makes me sore.
(You ain’t heard nothin’ till you hear him roar!)
Once Jesse James took careful aim
With sixty rounds of lead.
(Once Jesse James took sixty rounds of lead.)
On my chest they cracked and they all bounced back
And killed poor Jesse dead.
(You ain’t heard nothin’ till you hear him roar!)
I’m a high strung lad and my temperament’s bad
And the least thing makes me sore.
(You ain’t heard nothin’ till you hear him roar!)
When they made this land they needed a plan
For the toughest man to be.
(They needed a plan for the toughest man to be.)
So the recipe came and they built the frame
And then they assembled me.
(You ain’t heard nothin’ till you hear him roar!)
I’m a high strung lad and my temperament’s bad
And the least thing makes me sore.
(You ain’t heard nothin’ till you hear him roar!)
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