The Cowboy

Verse 1
Look at the modern cowboy,
Caked in dust from the road.
He walks with quite a swagger,
But he carries a heavy load.

Verse2
He don’t know where he’s goin,
But he keeps his gas tank full.
He lives his life on blacktop,
He’s always hunting for his goal.

Chorus
He’s always been a-travalin,
He never had a home.
The only place he’ll stop to rest,
Are the wide spots along the road.

Verse 3
The highway man still is ridin,
The maverick is searchin for a home.
His spirit longs for sanctuary,
But his feet are bound to roam.

Verse 4
He’s never stopped for very long,
He’s always passin through.
He wants to have a normal life,
But ordinary just won’t do.

Chorus
He’s always been a-travalin,
He never had a home.
The only place he’ll stop to rest,
Are the wide spots along the road.

Verse 5
His harley’s getting lonesome,
And the blacktop is growing old.
His life seems awfully empty,
And his bed is always cold.

Final chorus
He’ll always be a-travelin,
He’ll never find a home.
He’ll never really get a rest,
Not even at the wide spots along the road.


Comments:
 
John_Drydin   John_Drydin wrote
on 1/6/2012 9:06:47 AM
well thank you i have been trying for that, but the entertainment industry is tough

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 1/5/2012 9:19:35 PM
Enjoyed the read, would like to hear it set to music!

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