Cowboy Blues

swing low sweet daddy let the misty rain fall
looks like a mystery for the end of the haul
he ain’t no cowboy but he’s ridin’ the range
coffee’s turned cold and the night turnin’ strange 

get up for the movin’ to wind this thing down
there’s a snake in the grass of this low down town
turn the brim of the hat let the coyote call
grab the reins hit the trail let the dewdrops fall 

rockin’ chair’s movin with a slow lonesome rhyme
like a fence gate swingin’ on a day without time
the cabin she’s waitin’ where the wildflowers grow
this trail’s givin’ out and soon i shall go 

high on the mountain where time’s standin’ still
where the aim stays true on the strength of the will
where the only thing left from the valley below
is the way that it felt just to let it all go

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