The old Nashville cowboy Was burdened with time He was bent by his years And the fight with the wine With a head full of music And an old nursery rhyme A heart full of sadness And dark sunken eyes
He told me they’d cheated He told me they’d stole The strength from his youth And the songs from his soul He said he was family Until he got too old He called them miners And Mother Lode finders Diggin’ so deep in search Of more gold
Oh where are the cowboys And the home on the range Does anyone know that they’ve killed Jesse James Now the good guys on TV seem bad Ain’t it strange And the old Nashville cowboys Missed out on the change
The old cowboy’s life now Is gone with the past Like the whiskey he drank It all went down too fast He didn’t know how to make each swallow last And his waitress won’t be back to fill up his glass
Oh where are the cowboys And the home on the range Does anyone know that they’ve killed Jesse James Is anyone listenin’ Or is everyone blind Them old Nashville cowboys will sing for a time
And hard times are cheap At the end of the lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
