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Walkin' Jack
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In a "cowboy daze" these days.

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My apologies up front. I hope I won't tax everyone's forebearance to severely. I have just recently watched all the Lonesome Dove movies and it has got my Texas and my Cowboy up...Way up! I guess it doen't help things that I love the cowboy guns and gear and I have spent seveal days foldling my cowboy stuff ( of which there is precious little ) and I can't seem to emerge.

I'm hoping that this post will be somewhat cathartic for me and I can get on about my bidness please bear with me while I post the lyrics to a few cowboy songs and a couple of images. Thanks!

MY HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN COWBOYS

by Willie Nelson

I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy,

And loving the cowboy ways.

Persuing the life of my high-riding heroes,

I burned up my childhood days.



I learned all the rules of the modern-day drifters;

don't you hold on to nothing too long.

Just take what you need from the ladies of the evening,

With the words to a sad country song.



Chorous:

My heroes have always been cowboys.

They still are it seems.

Sadly in search of and one step in back of,

Themselves and their slow moving dreams.



Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery,

From living alone for too long.

Could die of the cold in the screams of a nightmare,

Knowing well that your best days are gone.



Pickin' up hookers instead of my dreams,

I let the words of my youth fade away.

Old worn out saddles and old worn out memories,

with no one and no place to stay.



Chorous: My heroes have always been cowboys,

They still are it seems.

Sadly in search of and one step in back of,

Themselves and their slow moving dreams



Sadly in search of and one step in back of,

Themselves and their slow moving dreams.

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ARE THERE ANY MORE REAL COWBOYS

Neil Young and Willy Nelson



Are there any more real cowboys left out in these hills?

Will the fire hit the iron one more time?

Will one more dusty pick-up come rolling down the road,

with a load of feed before the sun gets high?

Well I hope that working cowboy never dies.



Not the one that snorted cocain when the honky-tonks all close,

But the one that prays for rain, heaven knows

That the hard work brings the money and the money brings the clothes.

Not the diamond sequins shining on tv,

But the kind a working cowboy really needs.



Are there any more country families still working hand in hand,

tryin' hard to stay together and make a stand?

Are there rows of houses sweeping across this land?

Where the cattle graze and an old great barn still stands?



Are there any more real cowboys in this land?

Are there any more real cowboys in this land?

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THE LAST COWBOY SONG

by C. Millis



This is the last cowboy song.

The end of a hundred years waltz.

The voices sound sad as they sing along,

Another piece of America's lost.



He runs a feed lot and clerks in a market

On weekends selling tobacco and beer.

His dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences

But he'll dream tonight of when they weren't here.



He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clarke.

And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas.

And he rode with the 7th when Custer went down.



This is the last cowboy song.

The end of a hundred years waltz.

The voices sound sad as they sing along.

Another piece of America's lost.



Remington showed us what they looked he on canvas,

Louis L'amore has told us his tale.

Willie and Waylon and me sing about him,

And wish to God we could have ridden his trail.



Talking:

The old Chisum Trail is covered with concrete now.

They truck 'em to market in 50' rigs

They blow by his marker never slowing to read it.

Like livin' and dyin' was all that he did.



This is the last cowboy song.

the end of a hundred years waltz.

The voices sound sad as they sing along.

Anorther piece of America's lost.

Thanks y'all, I feel all better now! :txflag:
"Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result." Winston Chruchill
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Re: In a "cowboy daze" these days.

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Guy Clark - Desperadoes Waiting for a Train

I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"

We were friends, me and this old man
We's like desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train

He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Just like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train

The day 'fore he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang one more verse to that old song
(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'

We're desperados waitin' for a train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train
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