New Cowboy

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!

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Deborah Russell's picture

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!