tim loer

tim loer

BandCountry

basically were a bunch of friends that play for fun. classic rock, a little pop, and some country.

Biography

We're a fun mix of ages, and have a wide spectrum of favorite artists, we usually only play out as a favor for friends, wedding recp. and other parties

Lyrics

Laredo Joe

Written By: tim loer

Well he rode into Reno in a rusty Elcamino had long horns on the grill
He said I'm Laredo Joe and I've come to Rodeo and I do it mainly for the thrill
Then he grabed the brim of his big stetson hat and pushed it back with pride
He said they don't make an animule
this boy can't ride
He wore a red bandana bought Texarkana and a pearl button cowboy shirt
He had an old pair of Lee's with worn out knees and on the backside was dust and dirt
Ah! but when he rode he stole the show
he's the legend of the modern western rodeo
Well there were ten or more lines all leadin up to signs where you register for each event
It wasn't hard to know which way that Joe would go
straight to the brama line he went
With his thumbs in his pockets he smilin wide 200 pounds of pure Texas pride
At the end of the line was a table and a hat with little white cards inside
Laredo knew the card he drew would bare the name of the bull he'd ride
He drew the Tennesse Twister the meanest hunk of brama that you'd ever see
He said he'll be a pile of ground beef before he gets the best of me
He pulled his hat down hard he got the rope just right he's bareback on the Twister and it's Friday night
He could just as easily end up dead all for a gaudy buckle of a horse's head
Open up the shoot and watch him go he's the legend of the modern western rodeo
Over hidin in a barrel was fescue Ferrel he wore a wig that looked like grass
He was a rodeo clown that would never let em down he could really save a cowboy's -----
As we look over Joe he's signalin to go comin outa shoot number 3 you can here him cry for moma as he's hangin on the brama that was born and bred in Tennesse
You should have seen that cowboy ride with a look of shear terror in those Texas eyes
Now the crowd looked around because they thought they heared the sound of 50 firetruck si-reeens little did they know the sound they heared was Joe burnin rivets off his old blue jeans
You should have heared that cowboy ride screamin as he burned his Texas hide
Down to this day you might here people say they don't know where Joe can be
Well the last I seen em he was kickin and a screamin on the Twister
back to Tennesse.

junkyard fools

Written By: tim loer

Junkyard fools

Spend all our money at the junkyard
Down to the pennies in the ashtray
Two farm raised boys with a race car
Got ta get her runnin by race day

Cars’ all ready and its’ Friday night
Takin practice laps around the racetrack
We’ll take our chances come win or lose
We’ll still be splitin us a twelve pack

Chorus:
Everybody calls us the junkyard fools
The Poor boy Catawba county race team
Known for busted knuckles and greasy tools
We’re chasin every beer with a pipedream
To smell the burnt rubber and gasoline
To hear the rowdy cheers of the race fans
May be tonight will be our dream come true
The checkered flag will be in our hands

Another weekend at the junkyard
Winin on our minds, racin’s in our blood
Need a lot more parts for the racecar
Wearing jeans stained with junkyard mud

Bridge:
Number 2 is Johnny Pruit to him theres’ nothing to it
Gets his car built at Uncle Eddie’s Exxon
Number 9 is Cousin Russ he’s more like one of us
He’ll be racin half the night with all his brakes gone

Repeat chours:
Everybody calls us the junkyard fools
The two man Catawba county race team
Known for busted knuckles and greasy tools
We’re chasin every beer with a pipedream
To smell the burnt rubber and gasoline
To hear the rowdy cheers of the race fans
May be tonight will be our dream come true
The checkered flag will be in our hands

At least it’s keeping us of the street
Learnin every bump on the racetrack
We’ll take our chances come win or lose
At least we’ll be splitin us a twelve pack

Spent our money at the junkyard
Busted knuckles and greasy tools
Went in together on a racecar
Perfect hobby for two country fools