Latter Day Cowboy
Latter Day Cowboy Chronicles: A Modern Journey of Dreams and Diesel
Lyrics
When the boy was no more than a shaver
When the boy was very young
His old man told many a tale
His father shared many stories
How his great grandad used to go drovin'
About his great-grandfather's cattle driving
Back and forth on the Oachezown Trail
On the Oachezown Trail
Now you might say the boy got infected
The boy became captivated
By a fantasy of the old west
By a romanticized vision of the old west
For his heart and his soul got connected
His heart and soul became intertwined
To a spirit that won't let him rest
With a spirit that doesn't allow him peace
Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle
He doesn't wear jingling spurs
He don't spend his nights round a fire
He doesn't spend nights around a campfire
He lifts diesel oil that is horses required
He works with diesel oil as needed for his truck
But he is a latter day cowboy
He is a modern cowboy
Dressed as a truck driving man
Dressed as a truck driver
Driving his wheels
Driving his truck
And his dreams to Cheyenne
And pursuing his dreams towards Cheyenne
He beds down by the side of the highway
He sleeps beside the highway
At the sight of the first evening star
At the appearance of the evening star
In the darkness his big pony idles
His truck idles in the dark
As he quietly strums his guitar
While he plays his guitar
And he sings out a song of his sweetheart
He sings about his sweetheart
Even as her sweet mem'ry grows dim
Even as her memory fades
And he sings of the trail he has chosen
He sings about the path he chose
But the actual fact is the trail chose him
Although, in reality, the path chose him
Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle
He doesn't wear jingling spurs
Yes he is a latter day cowboy
Yes, he is a modern cowboy
Driving his wheels
Driving his truck
And his dreams to Cheyenne
And pursuing his dreams towards Cheyenne
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