(puerta - pack - north - drummond)



Of man's progress i don't give a hoot

And man's estrangements of nature's 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

I'd had lived some other time



Praise the prairie

And pass the cake

I'd like to eat it too

But being born now was my mistake

I've passed the buckaroo



I'd say

You're 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

I'd 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

I'll be riding away

Like a cowboy star



Stage set: sundown,

In my last showdown i'll be....