The Sons of the Pioneers did several songs for the John Ford movies Wagon Master (in 1949) and Rio Grande in (1950).
The six members who made the Sons of the Pioneers famous in the late 1930s with their close-harmonied western style music were elected into the Country Music Hall of Fame in 1980. In 1995, they were inducted into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
In 1977, the Smithsonian designated the Sons of the Pioneers as "national treasures". Through many changes to the line-up, the Sons of the Pioneers have continued to perform.
Chuck Wagon Blues
Sons Of The Pioneers Lyrics
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It′s been a secret for the longest time
Don't run (oh), no, don't hide
Been running from it for the longest time
So many mornings I woke up confused
In my dreams, I do anything I want to you
My emotions are naked, they′re taking me out of my mind
Right now I′m shameless
Screamin' my lungs out for ya
Not afraid to face it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
Show me you′re shameless
Write it on my neck, why don't ya?
And I won′t erase it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don′t wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now
So we′re there
Now it′s real
Now that you have me, do you want me still?
My kisses are history, they go back a long time
And I'm tired of loving somebody that′s not mine
So many mornings I woke up confused
In my dreams, I do anything I want to you
My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind (mind)
Right now I′m shameless
Screamin' my lungs out for ya
Not afraid to face it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
Show me you′re shameless
Write it on my neck, why don't ya?
And I won't erase it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don′t wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don′t wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don′t wanna do this now
There's just inches in between us
I want you to give in, I want you to give in
There is tension in between us
I just wanna give in
And I don′t care if I'm forgiven
Right now I′m shameless
Screamin' my lungs out for ya
Not afraid to face it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
Show me you're shameless
Write it on my neck, why don′t ya?
And I won′t erase it
I need you more than I want to
I need you more than I want to
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don′t wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don′t wanna do this now
Don't speak, no, don't try
I don't want to talk about it
It's been a secret for the longest time
It's been kept a secret for a long time
Don't run (oh), no, don't hide
Don't avoid the situation
Been running from it for the longest time
I've been avoiding it for a long time
So many mornings I woke up confused
I'm overwhelmed and uncertain
In my dreams, I do anything I want to you
I fantasize about being with you
My emotions are naked, they’re taking me out of my mind
My feelings are raw and uncontrollable
Right now I'm shameless
I'm not holding back my feelings
Screaming my lungs out for ya
I'm loudly expressing my desires
Not afraid to face it
I'm confident in my feelings
I need you more than I want to
I can't help how I feel
Show me you're shameless
I want you to be just as open about your feelings
Write it on my neck, why don't ya?
Express your desire for me physically
And I won't erase it
I want you to leave your mark on me
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now
I'm hesitant to act on my feelings
Now it's real
The situation has become tangible
Now that you have me, do you want me still?
I'm unsure if you still desire me
My kisses are history, they go back a long time
We have a long history together
And I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine
I'm tired of unrequited love
There's just inches in between us
We're physically close
I want you to give in, I want you to give in
I want you to reciprocate my feelings
There is tension in between us
We both feel the attraction but there's hesitation
And I don't care if I'm forgiven
I'm willing to take a risk for love
I need you more than I want to
My desire for you is overwhelming
Writer(s): Jordan Johnson, Ali Tamposi, Stefan Johnson, Camila Cabello, Andrew Wotman, Jonathan David Bellion
Contributed by Thomas E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Bill Akins
on The Devil's Great Grandson
"The Devil's Great Grandson" (Lyrics)
Recorded by Roy Rogers & The Son's Of The Pioneers
(Lyrics submitted by Bill Akins)
(The Devil's Great Grandson performed by the Sons Of The Pioneers and written by Bob Nolan. The tune was recorded in Los Angeles on December 14, 1937 and the group at that time was Roy Rogers, Bob Nolan, Lloyd Perryman and the Farr brothers.)
Old Skyball Paint was the devil's saint
His eyes were a fiery red
Good men have tried this horse to ride
And all of them are dead
Now I won't brag but I rode this nag
Till his blood began to boil
Then I hit the ground and ate three pound
Of good old western soil
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Light group harmony yodel)
I swore by heck
I'd break his neck for the jolt he gave my pride
I threw my noose on that old cayuse and once more took a ride
He turned around and soon
I found his tail where his head should be
So says says I Perhaps he's shy or he just don't care for me
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along)
In town you see just to have a spree when
I meets old Sheriff Jim
With fistic fun and my big six-gun
I buys the town from him
For a whoop and a holler and a counterfeit dollar
Then I ask for a bill of sale
But my face turned red when the contract said just thirty days in jail
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Light group harmony yodel again)
Where the greasewood bats wear
Stetson hats and the bad men all run free
Where they sold the jail at a bargain sale
That's the land for me
Where the desert ants wear buckskin pants and help me rule the land
With the ants and the bats and my two gats
I'll rule with an iron hand
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along)