COWBOY IN PARADISE [fusion]

[Upbeat country x Americana x folk x blues, steelpan drums, tribal drums, tropical and latin feel/fusion]

[Verse 1]
Boots by the door, flip-flops on,
Cowboy traded prairies for the ocean song.
White sand, margarita in his hand,
Still tips his hat like a true ranch man.

[Chorus]
He’s a cowboy in paradise, living it right,
Clear blue waters and the stars at night.
Sunglasses on, but the truth’s still that,
You can take his boots, not his cowboy hat.

[Verse 2]
Palm trees swayin’, steel drums play,
Two-steppin’ barefoot at the end of the day.
From Texas plains to the island tide,
That Lone Star spirit never leaves his side.

[Bridge]
Yeah, he fits just fine in the tropic sun,
Little bit of country where the waves still run.

[Chorus (repeat, big finish)]
He’s a cowboy in paradise, living it right,
Clear blue waters and the stars at night.
Sunglasses on, but the truth’s still that,
You can take his boots, not his cowboy hat. 

Upbeat country x Americana x folk x blues, steelpan drums, tribal drums, tropical and latin feel/fusion.