(puerta - pack - north - drummond)
Of mans progress I dont give a hoot
And mans estrangements of natures arrangements
Has given cause for my heartbreak to boot
The simple life though filled with strife
And struggle with the land
Still remained its simple self
And that I understand
So city smog and dog eat dog
For some may hold sublime
Well as for me if I had my way
Id had lived some other time
Praise the prairie
And pass the cake
Id like to eat it too
But being born now was my mistake
Ive passed the buckaroo
Id say
Youre right
No chance why fight?
Why be a cowboy star
(but) hump back brahmas
Lovely cow mamas
Saw dust floor saloons
Dance hall queens romanced in my dreams
So why pop my baloon?
No chance
Why fight?
Still in my own right
Id be a cowboy star
Dreams of my life
Are so carried away
If just in my dreams
I could be for one day
Just for one day
Lost in my dreams
Ill be riding away
Like a cowboy star
Stage set: sundown,
In my last showdown Ill be....