Old Town Cowboy

The sun dips low in a cottonwood sky,

Out on the range where the sparrows fly.

Boots worn thin, dust in my hair,

Old town cowboy, no worries, no care.

Evening breeze whispers secrets untold,

A life full of trails, both rugged and bold.

Saddle’s my pillow, stars keep me warm,

Facing the night, no shelter from the storm.

I’m an old town cowboy, free as the breeze,

Riding this life on my weathered knees.

The plains are my church, the moon's my guide,

Out on the range is where I reside.

Harmonica tunes echo soft through the hills,

A melody forged by the whippoorwill's trill.

Campfire's glow dances on my face,

A lone cowboy roaming his sacred space.

Memories linger of days back home,

But the prairie’s call won’t leave me alone.

The howl of the wind, coyotes’ cry,

In this lonesome life, I’ll live till I die.

I’m an old town cowboy, free as the breeze,

Riding this life on my weathered knees.

The plains are my church, the moon's my guide,

Out on the range is where I reside.