Carolyn Mescher

Carolyn Mescher

 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Once Again

Written By: Carolyn Mescher

I only recognized the boots.
Had a farmer’s tan and arms like iron,
Still a boyish charm that made me smile,
And a spark reignited in our hearts.

Was like our story never stopped.
Threw me in his truck and four-wheeled off
Through the mud until we were stuck
And the embers in his eyes burst to flame.

That August night was conveniently cold,
And the heat of him near lit up my soul.
Six years time melted in the moonlight.
Once again, he was 18 and mine.

Walked close footsteps in the dark,
Til he made fun of my blonde smarts,
So I tackled him n he broke my fall
But his touch fueled the fire in my chest.

Time caught its breath when his hand took mine.
Bonfire blazed when our lips entwined.

Flipped me over his shoulder and carried me off,
The night never saw through the lust thick fog.

That August night was conveniently cold,
And the heat of him near lit up my soul.
Six years time melted in the moonlight.
Once again, he was 18 and mine.

Boots & Buckles

Written By: Carolyn Mescher

Cowboy, cinch it up.
Knees holdin’ tight.
Spurrin’ hard.
To get that ride.

You’ll feel the beat
Of a buckin’ bull,
But don’t blink an eye
Or you’ll miss it for sure.

It’s spurs and chaps and cowboy hats,
Hear the clang as they burst out the gate.
See the fire in his eyes and speed in his ride,
But there ain’t nothin’ better than boots and buckles.

When the dust has laid
In the setting sun,
It don’t matter if,
The bull has won.

Pick up your hat.
Dust off the pain,
‘Cause the rodeo life
Ain’t a quittin’ game.

It’s spurs and chaps and cowboy hats,
Hear the clang as they burst out the gate.
See the fire in his eyes and speed in his ride,
But there ain’t nothin’ better than boots and buckles.

The buzzer sounds,
Eight seconds down.
Another cowboy’s won his gold.

When the moon is high
And the horses tied,
The Jack’s ready and it’s cold.

It’s spurs and chaps and cowboy hats,
Hear the clang as they burst out the gate.
See the fire in his eyes and speed in his ride,
But there ain’t nothin’ better,
No, there ain’t nothin’ better than boots and buckles.