If I were a cowboy...

[SPKrazy]

some songs about cowboys... :evilgrin:

:hi:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWlml7Ze-sY
Big and Rich... Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)


oh and then there's this oldie but goodie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfJ4M9gRlJ8
I Wanna Be A Cowboy... Boys don't Cry


oh of course...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMko5LelBdA
My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys... Willie of course...
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy,
and Lovin' the cowboy ways.
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes,
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned of all the rules of the modern-day drifter,
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long.
Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them,
With the words of a sad country song.
My heroes have always been cowboys.
And they still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.

Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery,
From being alone too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare,
Knowin' well that your best days are gone.
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen,
I let the words of my years fade away.
Old worn-out saddles, and 'old worn-out memories,
With no one and no place to stay.

My heroes have always been cowboys.
And they still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.

Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKv171MzvSc
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys... Waylon Jennings

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just ride away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

[Ptah]

1. I'm an Old Cowhand

I'm an Old Cowhand


http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ej-gAKR6OMI

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tan
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer cause I don't know how
Sure ain't a fixin to start in now
Yippie yi yo kayah

I'm an old cowhand and I come down from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride, ride, ride 'fore I learned to stand
I'm a riding fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star State
Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8
Yippie yi yo kayah

We're old cowhands from the Rio Grande
And we come to town just to hear the band
We know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bbout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah


I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing.
Too hot for you, Uncle Fudd?
Down from the Rio Grande
Oh where the west is wild all around the borderland
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo
and the Injuns run up a rug or two
and the old Bar X is just a barbecue, yeah
Yippie yi yo kayah

I'm a pioneer who began from scratch
I don't bat an eye in a shootin' match.
They don't call me Elmer, they call me Satch.
Yippie yi yo kayah
Yippie yi yo kayah

Get along little horsy
Get along little horsy
Yippie yi yo kayah, oh!

[ashling]

6. God Must Be A Cowboy

A campfire, some coffee from a tin cup
In my hand
Sure warms the fingers when its cold
playin an old guitar, a friend I
Understand
Sure smooths the wrinkles in my soul

sleepin in the moonlight, a blanket for
My bed
Leaves a peaceful feelin in my mind
Wakin up in the morning with an
Eagle overhead
Makes me want to fly away before
My time

(Chorus)

And I think God must be a cowboy at heart
He made wide-open spaces from the start
He made grass and trees and mountains
And a horse to be a friend
And trails to lead old cowboys home again

Night life and big cities is alright
For awhile
Sure makes you feel good when youre there
But the countrys so pretty it goes
On and on for miles
Takes away my troubles and my cares

(Repeat chorus)

And trails to lead old cowboys home again

[S n o w b a l l]

2. Where have all the Cowboys gone?

Paula Cole

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StbOPnGVC70

:hi:

[johnnie]

3. Me and my alternate band The Arrogant Bastards doing a John Phillips tune

Me and My Uncle. A cowboy song:

The link wouldn't post, so go here and click on Me and My Uncle after the Arrogant Bastards post. On the left hand side.

http://jfxe.com/Main1.htm

Me and my uncle went ridin' down,
South Colorado, West Texas bound.
We stopped over in Santa Fe,
That bein' the point just about half way,
And you know it was the hottest part of the day.

I took the horses up to the stall,
Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all.
Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt,
It bein' summer, I took off my shirt,
And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.

When Texas cowboys, they's all around,
With liquor and money, they loaded down.
So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame;
You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game,
High-low jack and the winner take the hand.

My uncle starts winnin'; cowboys got sore.
One of them called him, and then two more,
Accused him of cheatin'; Oh no, it couldn't be.
I know my uncle, he's as honest as me,
And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be.

One of them cowboys, he starts to draw,
And I shot him down, Lord he never saw.
Well I grabbed a bottle, cracked him in the jaw,
Shot me another, oh damn he won't grow old.
In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold,
And we high-tailed it down to Mexico.

I love those cowboys, I love their gold,
I loved my uncle, God rest his soul,
Taught me good, Lord, Taught me all I know
Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold
And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road.

[jobycom]

4. Willie Nelson--Cowboys are frequently, secretly (fond of each other)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hajTNlooZKE

[ghostsofgiants]

5. Ugh, that Big and Rich song is one of my least favourite songs ever.