Video Hair In The Windshield de Alan Crossland 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alan Crossland - Hair In The Windshield Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, there's hair in the windshield
And boots on the highway
And a cowboy with blood on his jeans
There's headlights and red lights
Jim Beam in the air
And a pickup in the wrong-hand-side ravine

[Verse 2]
Well, there's a soul in the treetop
And a body in the bar ditch
With a bull-ridin' buckle from Killeen
There's cinches and saddles
And rigging strung everywhere
This ain't no eight-second ride and it ain't a dream

[Chorus]
Well, she's the farm-to-market highway
She's the road to the store
Sunday mornin' shе always got you home
She's lonely and lazy
Likе some snake you can't ignore
For tonight, she took one of our own

[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
Well, some cowboys do whiskey
And some cowboys are dopers
Them rodeo cowboys are mean
They brag and they holler
And some don't seem to care
But there ain't no coward in any cowboy I've ever seen

[Verse 4]
Well, there's a place up in heaven
For cowboys and whiskey
No blacktop or four wheel drive machine
Where cowboys steer horses
When they fall, nobody cares
When you're just a cowboy with a little blood on your jeans

[Chorus]
Well, she's the farm-to-market highway
She's the road to the store
Sunday mornin' she always got you home
She's lonely and lazy
Like some snake you can't ignore
For tonight, she took one of our own
Yeah, tonight, she took one of our own