Paroles de Cowboy

The skies are dark and gray For a week now its been raining everyday And again this city kid Is on the couch still trying to rope the stray Well he's Crocket and he's Custer And he's Hickok's right hand man He's trying to tame the west But mom don't seem to understand And she's told him to get ready Cause its for the time for bed And how he wises he were free Cause he was simply born to be A cowboy Asleep he rides the range On a saddle that has seen its better days And hear the coyotes call They sing the sun to rest as evening falls We'll make a pot of coffee boys So strong you taste the grain Stretch out on your blanket As he clears his throat to sing Keep you eyes upon him With his Gary Cooper grin It doesn't take much sense to see That he was simply born to be A cowboy This concrete city's fenced him in Can't win 'em all but he'll be on his feet again He'll ride his fantasies till then Don't he take after me he was simply born to be A cowboy The skies are dark and gray For a week now it's been raining everyday And again this city kid Is all tucked in and dreaming of the range A cowboy a cowboy