by Pat Green    2000 Greenhorse Music/BMI. All Rights Reserved      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 flies, mamma would come out say it's    time to come in,I ain't going nowhere mamma and don't ask me again,I was just    an outlaw riding on the trail knocking over stagecoaches and riding on the    rails.      CHORUS       I'm gone to Gallywinter    place where all the cowboys ride   place where all the outlaws ride    away from the men who want to kill them for what they've done    i'm gone to gallywinter.      I'm gone to Gallywinter sister would come out and say "Where you going anyway?"    I'm going to Gallywinter and there ain't no girls allowed, I guess things are    different now, times have changed. A girl is nice to have with you while you're    riding on the range, She can make you breakfast and 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you never thought you'd argue about in your whole life,    twenty five years older and Ranger ain't here no more, been replaced by a 1958    model T-bird Ford. Baby said where you want to go, I said I don't know, maybe    Mexico anywhere where tequila flows is alright with me.      CHORUS