Everyone has his regrets
Sitting on his horse all alone
With nothing but the prairie sky
to call home
Cowboys and their regrets
No one near to hear their laugh
Or see them cry
Sitting with their horse by the water hole
Waiting for fate to make the call
With guitar in hand singing that sad sang
Not once was regrets said in the lyrics
But his eyes said it all
Nothing but the prairie sky and a saddle to own
And that beat up guitar
That sandy voice calming the wind
Under the stars at moonlight bay
Every cowboy knows a sad sang
Living in memories by gone
Waiting for a date with fate
Sitting on his horse all alone
With nothing but the prairie sky
To call home
With no one to hear the laughs
Or see them cry
1 comment:
Ahhh ... I see you're wanting to be a cowboy poet, Pilgrim! I reckon you'd better giddyup, Pardner. Ain't no time to mozey!
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