When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we would ride we would ride
Little red cowboy boots, little red cowboy hat
And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flys

Mama would come out and say it's time to come in
I said I ain't going nowhere mama, don't ask me again
I was just an outlaw riding on the trail
Knocking over stage coaches riding on the rails

I'm going to Galleywinter
A place where all the cowboys ride
A place where all the outlaws hide
Away from the men who want to kill them for what they done
I'm going to Galleywinter
I'm going to Galleywinter

My sister'd come out and say
Where are you going anyway?
I'm going to Galleywinter and there ain't no girls allowed
I guess things are different now
Times have changed
A girl is nice to have with you when you're riding on the range
She can make you breakfast, talk to you at night
You can argue about things
you never thought you'd argue about in your whole life

Twenty-five years older
Ranger ain't here no more
Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford
Baby say where you want to go
I said I don't know maybe Mexico
Anywhere where tequila flows is all right with me

I'm going to Galleywinter
A place where all the outlaws hide
A place where all the cowgirls ride
You know that it's all right with me
I'm going to Galleywinter
I'm going to Galleywinter

Writer : GREEN, PAT
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing