In a "cowboy daze" these days.
Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 5:29 pm
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.
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?
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!
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.
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?
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!