i am a cowboy
on the Texas prairie
riding my horse like an electric guitar
to dusty El Paso on the morning star
hitting the high notes
by my drunken camp fire
watching the low end
waiting for the dawn
drinking my warm beer until i'm crazy and gone
whistling for coffee
cattle and women
finding some water in a hole to go swimming
wide open spaces
and Alamo charm
a late night saloon with Yellow Rose on my arm
running from Dallas
no showing my face
it won't be tomorrow that the hanging takes place
i am a cowboy
a brand on my ass
heading to Austin and going first class
girl on my saddle
whiskey in my throat
humming a tune that honey just wrote
rattlesnake country
and devil weed town
no sheriff's posse can be pulling me down
i am a cowboy
on the Texas prairie
riding my horse like an electric guitar
a six gun will shoot you where ever you are
riding my horse like an electric guitar
i am a cowboy
on an American star
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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