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I'm A Cowboy


The trains’ a comin’

Not sure on where I’m a goin’

Maybe to the west,

The place my kin say best

I am a cowboy

This is my heart

 

The trains’ a comin’

Hearing its whistle blow in perfect timin’

Listen to the sound of the desert

From day into night trying to convert

I am a cowboy

These are my sounds

 

The trains’ a comin’

Feel its constant drummin’

Experience the night air blowin’ cross your skin

Embrace the feeling of the warm sand across your chin

I am a cowboy

This is how I feel

 

The trains’ a comin’

Passin’ me over and over unbecoming

Watch as the shadows cross over the plains

Notice the pasts drift away like cleaned stains

I am a cowboy

This is what I seen

 

The trains’ a comin’

I know where I am goin’

It’s a place new and free

A place for my new kin n’ me

I am a cowboy

And this is my home

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