Cowboy Daddy's Lullaby

Ever since I was a little girl My daddy was always on the go, But he never forgot his baby cowgirl And he’d always sing to me a favorite solo. It may be not so famous today, And it may not be sung by every guy, But I’d sleep happily right away Hearing my cowboy daddy’s lullaby. And every day, when he rode away, I’d miss him when he was gone, But I looked forward to the day, That he’d come back, and to his lullaby thereon. Even as years grew on and on, And as I grew older too, Daddy would sing to his darling daughter fawn, And would end with a sincere “I love you”. But I soon turned eighteen, And grew tired of the west, I didn’t want to be the cattle queen, I want to make art; it’s what I do best. But not wanting to let his little girl go Yelled “you better stay in this very place” But I left angrily, and have been once told so, After I left, a tear tricked down his face. Twenty years of the eastern city, Heartbroken, and I want to cry, After a heart-breaking divorce, I wouldn’t mind the nitty-gritty, As long as I could come home to Cowboy Daddy’s lullaby. On a plane trip back to my Arizona home, Looking forward to the ranch ahead, But no horses, just tears and sadness roam When I arrive to hear that my Cowboy Daddy’s dead. Though his funeral happened ten years ago, For I was too far away to see him die, I walked up to his grave and sang the solo Of Cowboy Daddy’s Lullaby.