Biografía:
Willmon was raised on a ranch near Afton, Texas. By his second year in college, he dropped out to join a bluegrass band. In 1995, he moved to Nashville to start a songwriting career, and by 1998 he had a song-publishing contract with Sea Gayle Music. One of his first cuts as a songwriter was "It Doesn't Mean I Don't Love You". This song was recorded by the short-lived duo McHayes (which comprised 1990s country singer Wade Hayes and fiddler Mark McClurg), and reached #41 on the country charts in 2003.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Ropin' Pen by Trent Willmon
Intro: D 4x
D
Every Friday afternoon I hitch up the trailer
G
Saddle up old Rock and ice down the cooler
Em A D
Drive that back road until it ends at the ropin pen
D
There's rusted out pickups and fancy rigs
G
$20,000 horses then there's my old stick
Em A D
But we're all the same the minute we ride in to the ropin pen
Chorus
C G D
Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
C G
But I give her hell, hell you never can tell
A
Someday I just might be
D
We'll turn a few steers and tell a few lies
G
Kick back in the saddle and philosophize
Em A D
Most of life's problems we can probably solve 'em at the ropin' pen
Solo: G A G A
D
We Don't do it for the money hell we're always broke
G
Just ask my old buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope
Em A D
Lost a couple wifes half the fingers on his hand to the ropin' pen
D
And It takes a little skill and a little luck
G
And you can talk smack if you can back it up
Em A D
Ah but we're all friends no matter who wins here at the ropin' pen
Chorus #2
C G D
Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
C G
But I give 'er hell, hell you never can tell
A
Someday I just might be
D
We'll turn another pen of steers and tell a few more lies
G Em
Drink another beer and hypothesize most of life's problems
A D
Hell we're gonna solve 'em at the ropin' pen
A A
See ya'll again next weekend here at the ropin' pen
D
At the ropin' pen down at the ropin pen
D
At the ropin' pen
Guitar solo to end
Intro: D 4x
D
Every Friday afternoon I hitch up the trailer
G
Saddle up old Rock and ice down the cooler
Em A D
Drive that back road until it ends at the ropin pen
D
There's rusted out pickups and fancy rigs
G
$20,000 horses then there's my old stick
Em A D
But we're all the same the minute we ride in to the ropin pen
Chorus
C G D
Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
C G
But I give her hell, hell you never can tell
A
Someday I just might be
D
We'll turn a few steers and tell a few lies
G
Kick back in the saddle and philosophize
Em A D
Most of life's problems we can probably solve 'em at the ropin' pen
Solo: G A G A
D
We Don't do it for the money hell we're always broke
G
Just ask my old buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope
Em A D
Lost a couple wifes half the fingers on his hand to the ropin' pen
D
And It takes a little skill and a little luck
G
And you can talk smack if you can back it up
Em A D
Ah but we're all friends no matter who wins here at the ropin' pen
Chorus #2
C G D
Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
C G
But I give 'er hell, hell you never can tell
A
Someday I just might be
D
We'll turn another pen of steers and tell a few more lies
G Em
Drink another beer and hypothesize most of life's problems
A D
Hell we're gonna solve 'em at the ropin' pen
A A
See ya'll again next weekend here at the ropin' pen
D
At the ropin' pen down at the ropin pen
D
At the ropin' pen
Guitar solo to end
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