Jesus is hard to swallow
His words I just can't follow
But I'm trying every day
to be a better man

My wife left me for the preacher
even after I beseeched her
she sees something in him
that just ain't in me.
I bet it's because

Jesus is hard to swallow
His words I just can't follow
But I'm trying every day
to be a better man

I know I don't have to live full throttle
Lookin for the devil at the bottom of a bottle
but if it's easy to stop well boy 
you sure coulda fooled me

Jesus is hard to swallow
His words I just can't follow
But I'm trying every day
to be a better man


Jesus Is Hard To Swallow

Well I saw you on the dance floor
And I knew  had to know your name
Told my friend Jimmy he just
said boy you're insane

You can't touch that princess
nah she ain't made for this world
I said I don't care man
I'ma make her my girl

When I'm with you I get
Straw dreams
And I don't know girl if it's 
just me
But I could see a life where we're
wild and free
running through the yard where that grass is green / growing old on the front porch in our blue jeans

I can shoe a horse and bail hay
Rodeo champ of 93
that's what my buckle says
but how do I get you to talk to me?

she's got such a pretty face
makes me want to pull up my wheat
and plant acres of flowers
just to get the chance to meet

CHORUS


Finally worked up the nerve
and guess what boy she said "yes"
I gave her my momma's ring
Shoulda seen her in that long white dress

Thirty years strong 
thirty-one come next fall
But when I hold her hand
I'm right back at that old dance hall

And Junior's off to college now
Some say it's an empty home
But me and my lady
well we like a little time alone ;)

Straw Dreams

Horsey Jones is the sensational collaboration of a Ryan "Ruckus" Winfield, Bud Stintson, & Silas Miller, a group of small town friends and musicians.  But don't get the idea that a "small" town is home to "small" people.  The fellas have a larger-than-life sound best listened to with an ear of corn on star-blanketed evening with your best girl.  

The boys draw much of their inspiration from the dusty roads that X through town, the heart-nabbing young ladies at the corner store, and the evenings spent gabbing and listening to tunes on the front porch.  Yes, these young bucks represent an unheralded and diminishing group of corn-fed, horse-breaking people that know that any job you want done well, you gotta do yourself.