Eddy Arnold - Cowboy | Текст песни

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The skies are dark and gray
For a week now it's been raining every day
And the Kansas City Kid
Is on the couch still tryin' to rope a stray
Well he's Crockett, and he's Custer
and he's Hickock's right hand man
He's tryin' to tame the West
But Mom don't seem to understand
And she's told him to get ready
'Cause it's more than time for bed
And how he wishes he were free,
'Cause he was simply born to be a
coooooooooooowboy

Asleep he rides the range
On a saddle that has seen its better days
And ya hear the coyotes call
They sing the sun to rest as evenin' falls
Well, make a pot of coffee boys
So strong you taste the grain
Stretch out on your blanket
As he clears his throat to sing
Keep your eyes upon him
With his Gary Cooper grin
It doesn't take much sense to see
That he was simply born to be a
coooooooooowboy

This concrete city's fenced him in
Can't win 'em all, but he'll be on his feet again
He'll ride his fantasies 'till then
Don't he take after me?
He was simply born to be a
cooooooowboy

The skies are dark and gray
For a week now it's been raining every day
And the Kansas City Kid
Is all tucked in and dreamin' of the range
A cooooooooowboy
A cooooooooowboy