Song | (I Used To Want To Be A) Cowboy |
Artist | Chris LeDoux |
Album | Used To Want To Be A Cowboy |
作词 : Morrison, Whitworth | |
I used to want to be a cowboy | |
Spent my childhood dreamin' that | |
Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
And a big ten-gallon hat | |
Chasin' outlaws, savin' ladies | |
Bustin' broncs at rodeos | |
Riding off into the sunset | |
Like they do in picture shows | |
I used to want to be a cowboy | |
I dreamed about it until the day | |
That a green-eyed Texas lady | |
Smiled and stole my heart away | |
Now I'm trackin' down a livin' | |
And as far as I can see | |
Right now I'm just as much a cowboy | |
As I'm ever gonna be | |
'Cause my round-ups at a truck stop | |
The trails a super slab | |
I wear boots up in the saddle | |
Of my eighteen wheelers cab | |
Riding hell bent for the bunkhouse | |
Just across the Georgia Line | |
Where tonight, I'll see my lady | |
And that little boy of mine | |
And he wants to be a cowboy | |
You know somehow I kind of expected that | |
Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
And a big ten-gallon hat | |
And all my cowboy dreams are livin' | |
In that little buckaroo | |
Cowboys often end up daddies | |
You know I'm really glad, they do | |
And he wants to be a cowboy | |
Just the way his daddy did | |
When he's on his broomstick pony | |
He's Hoppy, Roy and the Sisco Kid | |
And he wants to be a cowboy | |
Just the way his daddy did |
zuò cí : Morrison, Whitworth | |
I used to want to be a cowboy | |
Spent my childhood dreamin' that | |
Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
And a big tengallon hat | |
Chasin' outlaws, savin' ladies | |
Bustin' broncs at rodeos | |
Riding off into the sunset | |
Like they do in picture shows | |
I used to want to be a cowboy | |
I dreamed about it until the day | |
That a greeneyed Texas lady | |
Smiled and stole my heart away | |
Now I' m trackin' down a livin' | |
And as far as I can see | |
Right now I' m just as much a cowboy | |
As I' m ever gonna be | |
' Cause my roundups at a truck stop | |
The trails a super slab | |
I wear boots up in the saddle | |
Of my eighteen wheelers cab | |
Riding hell bent for the bunkhouse | |
Just across the Georgia Line | |
Where tonight, I' ll see my lady | |
And that little boy of mine | |
And he wants to be a cowboy | |
You know somehow I kind of expected that | |
Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
And a big tengallon hat | |
And all my cowboy dreams are livin' | |
In that little buckaroo | |
Cowboys often end up daddies | |
You know I' m really glad, they do | |
And he wants to be a cowboy | |
Just the way his daddy did | |
When he' s on his broomstick pony | |
He' s Hoppy, Roy and the Sisco Kid | |
And he wants to be a cowboy | |
Just the way his daddy did |