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 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 bearin'
country not meant for him alone For a lovin' dark
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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
tap adores 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 poundin' leather down in the
coolies in my brain And I can hear his spurs a
jinglin'...