cowboy
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Running through the gate
Fast as I can
Horse went to buckin
Tried to ride her out
Could not hang on
I was bucked down
Nocked out black
Foced to get back on
Do you know what the thing about belt buckles is?
Oh, I know for sure, about that belt sellin’ biz.
You see, when they give you your buckle,
For showin’ a steer, or for a first place homemakin’
I remember you well;Your hazel eyes and all.They burned with a rich fire,I'm dying to recall.
You used to hold me tight,In your arms safe and sure.You'd caress my wild hair,Then a kiss would occur.
Glass coke bottles, suntanned skin
Dust, stingin’ sweat, breathe out and in
Cracklin suspense, wide worried eyes
One, two the slow one dies
Three, four, kickin up dust,
I saw you
Cowboy hat
Wrangler jeans
Boots and spurs
Button up shirt
Dark hair
Light eyes
yeah you bet I saw you
I held my breath
Closed my eyes
And tried so hard
Not everyone understands the little blue feather,
the amount of hope that feather can bring,
it is more than just an accesory tucked in a hat,
that little blue feather represents hope,
Let me ride off into the sunset
like a cowboy
with a bottle of jack
my guns
and the sunsetting
you want me to fight for you?
you want me to call you non-stop?
Girl you know how I feel
As the sun started its steady descent
He sat there rocking on his swing
He listened to the birds chirp
And there he quietly began to sing
He sang about the soft blue skies
