New Cowboy
A Christmas gift from Dad and Mom
with faith and promise to a son.
A new guitar and a leather strap
a big chord book a cowboy hat.
Wound up strings twisted tight
practise sounds into the night.
Sing like George and pick like Roy
the desert calls a new cowboy.
Filled with pride out on the road
telling tales in songs of hope.
Smoke filled rooms beer drenched bars
some hazy place below the stars.
Playin covers every night
Slippin in the latest write
Drivin roads readin maps
Haulin gear strapped for cash
Singin songs like superstars
cryin from the naked heart.
Writin bout the common ways
New cowboys seeking praise.
Dreamin bout the stage of glory
changing roles like fire's fury.
Brand new trip a change in style
brand new band sound that's wild.
Through the cycle through the pain
strains of rhyme no one explains.
Amidst a thousand chords of hope
lies the stage where floats.
Time slides by dreams still active
like bright sunlight on boiling rapids.
An you can hear above the noise
the desert call a new cowboy.
Playin covers every night
Slippin in the latest write
Drivin roads readin maps
Haulin gear strapped for cash
Singin songs like superstars
cryin from the naked heart.
Writin bout the common ways
New cowboys seeking praise.
Dedicated to all those exceptional musicians that never give up!
I really like songs like this with a little "history"... this one seems to be a genuine from the heart foot tapping piece... thanks for sharing!