Daydream Cowboy
(Gary McMahan)
I'm sittin' in a city
Filled with people cars and smoke
The walls are closin' in on me
My heart's about to choke
The world becomes a foggy dream
And I no longer see
The dirty concrete canyons
Where I have come to be
Cause a cowboy rides the mountains
And the draws inside my mind
With his Buckskin underneath him
And his pockets full of time
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And I can hear his spurs a jinglin'
The chimes of his slappin' tack
As his horse lopes up a ridge
With the moon light on his back
He rides into a Barren country
Not meant for him alone
For a lovin' dark haired lady
Waits for her cowboy to come home
Well his hat was made in Texas
And his chaps are bat wing style
His saddles made by Hauser
He rides it all the while
It glistens with silver conches
Tapaderos for his feet
He's got a chew of Copenhagen
Tucked inside his cheek
In fact the only thing that saves me here
From goin' plumb insane
Is that cowboy Bound in leather
Down in the coulee's of my brain
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