Ride with the cowboys
by Steven Clotzman

I've been dreaming a time
when glory was known,
I've been trying to get to somewhere
from these debts that I owe.
And the trouble I am having
has left me all alone
just to sit in this barroom
here, in ol' San Anton.

I want to ride with the cowboys
across the wide-open range,
just running them longhorn
through the long dusty day.
And I'd sit by the fire at night
and sing of those tales,
of the doggies, the women,
and the ol' Chisholm Trail.

In the morning I would wake up
and smell the fresh air
and I'd saddle up my pony,
maybe comb out her hair.
And there'd be no one to discourage
this life that I'd chose
'cause the man in the city,
he ain't been down that road.

I want to ride with the cowboys
across the wide open range,
just running them longhorn
through the long dusty day.
And I'd sit by the fire at night
and sing of those tales,
of the doggies, the women,
and the ol' Chisholm Trail.

To Oklahoma City
clear from New Mexico,
we'd ride them and run them
through the sand, sleet and snow.
And all of my problems
would be far from this shame,
with the reason I'm now hiding
both my face and my name.

I want to ride with the cowboys
across the wide open range,
just running them longhorn
through the long dusty day.
And I'd sit by the fire at night
and sing of those tales,
of the doggies, the women,
and the ol' Chisholm Trail.


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