Cowboy
I wish I was a cowboy, livin’ life on the range. I’d be a simpler man.
I’d throw off concerns with gadgets n things, n’ I’d buy me a patch of land.
I’d work hard from sun up; I’d work ‘til I bled. I’d give everything I had.
Oh, to be out under clear blue skies! Now, that doesn’t seem so bad.
I’d speak with a drawl, and I’d walk with a strut. I’d be known for my integrity.
I’d use words like y’all and I’d wear tight blue jeans, and women would stare at me.
I’d get tougher hands; I’d wear tougher boots, hell I’d hang with a tougher crowd.
I’d drive myself a big, shiny, black truck, whose engine was nice n’ loud.
I’d work in the dust, I’d play in the mud, n’ I’d treat ladies with respect.
I’d do all the mending that’d need to be done. I’d fix anything that wrecked.
I’d have me a horse and we’d be best of friends, we’d ride every single day.
I’d sing him to sleep every now and again, and I’d feed him the world’s finest hay.
My life would revolve around simpler things: Work hard n’ raise a family.
We’d enjoy the blessings that workin’ hard brings. We’d live, laugh, love and be free.
I’d teach my sons how to be better men, by workin’ ‘em to the bone.
We’d work side by side and only quit when, the job’s done and’s time to head home.
I’d make sure my daughters all had what they’d need, I’d build up their self-esteem.
I’d treat ‘em just like the princesses they’d be, n’ I’d treat all their boyfriends real mean.
I’d tell all those boys that I have a big gun that I’d use if I felt so inclined.
They’d fear and respect me, every damn single one, n’ forget what they first had in mind.
Oh, I wish I was a cowboy! I’d be a real man, n’ I’d be up for any task.
I wouldn’t have much, but I’d have all I’d need. Is that so much to ask?
I wish I was a cowboy, livin’ life on the range. I’d be a simpler man.
I’d throw off concerns with gadgets n things, n’ I’d buy me a patch of land.
I’d work hard from sun up; I’d work ‘til I bled. I’d give everything I had.
Oh, to be out under clear blue skies! Now, that doesn’t seem so bad.
I’d speak with a drawl, and I’d walk with a strut. I’d be known for my integrity.
I’d use words like y’all and I’d wear tight blue jeans, and women would stare at me.
I’d get tougher hands; I’d wear tougher boots, hell I’d hang with a tougher crowd.
I’d drive myself a big, shiny, black truck, whose engine was nice n’ loud.
I’d work in the dust, I’d play in the mud, n’ I’d treat ladies with respect.
I’d do all the mending that’d need to be done. I’d fix anything that wrecked.
I’d have me a horse and we’d be best of friends, we’d ride every single day.
I’d sing him to sleep every now and again, and I’d feed him the world’s finest hay.
My life would revolve around simpler things: Work hard n’ raise a family.
We’d enjoy the blessings that workin’ hard brings. We’d live, laugh, love and be free.
I’d teach my sons how to be better men, by workin’ ‘em to the bone.
We’d work side by side and only quit when, the job’s done and’s time to head home.
I’d make sure my daughters all had what they’d need, I’d build up their self-esteem.
I’d treat ‘em just like the princesses they’d be, n’ I’d treat all their boyfriends real mean.
I’d tell all those boys that I have a big gun that I’d use if I felt so inclined.
They’d fear and respect me, every damn single one, n’ forget what they first had in mind.
Oh, I wish I was a cowboy! I’d be a real man, n’ I’d be up for any task.
I wouldn’t have much, but I’d have all I’d need. Is that so much to ask?
Snowed In (Damnit)
With childlike wonder you watch it fall, pure and shimmering white
In no time it will cover all, yes everything in sight
“Come play with us!” you hear the call, “Come play into the night!”
But then this time it doesn’t stop. No, something isn’t right.
The inches pile, the temperature drops, the kids all stay indoors.
What once was fun and magical seems wondrous no more.
Instead of winter wonderland that you were hoping for,
You’re left with 10 inches of snow and sheets of ice what’s more.
Your car gets stuck the wheels just spin, you ditch the thing roadside
Just to try and get to work, you’re forced to hitch a ride.
The nice driver that picks you up says, “Howdy, step inside!”
It turns out he loves driving fast, and now you’re petrified!
His SUV is flying on what seems to white sand.
And how this guy has stayed alive, you cannot understand.
You fishtail left, you fishtail right, white knuckles on your hands.
You may just die with this fat hick…this wasn’t in the plan.
You finally arrive at work, with all four limbs in tact.
Surprise surprise no one is there, you are alone in fact.
So you just surf the internet and make yourself a snack,
And then you realize that you still have to make it back.
Eventually you ride the bus, which takes about 3 hours.
You get dropped off nearby your place, and hike home in snow showers.
And there it is that car of yours still stuck in feet of snow.
It doesn’t really matter much, there’s nowhere you can go.
You’d sit for days and pray for snow, when you were just a kid.
Now that you’re grown you’ve come to know, just what your praying did.
It screwed up all the roads in town; it caused a lot of stress
Your childhood prayers brought not sunshine, but a great big snowy mess.
With childlike wonder you watch it fall, pure and shimmering white
In no time it will cover all, yes everything in sight
“Come play with us!” you hear the call, “Come play into the night!”
But then this time it doesn’t stop. No, something isn’t right.
The inches pile, the temperature drops, the kids all stay indoors.
What once was fun and magical seems wondrous no more.
Instead of winter wonderland that you were hoping for,
You’re left with 10 inches of snow and sheets of ice what’s more.
Your car gets stuck the wheels just spin, you ditch the thing roadside
Just to try and get to work, you’re forced to hitch a ride.
The nice driver that picks you up says, “Howdy, step inside!”
It turns out he loves driving fast, and now you’re petrified!
His SUV is flying on what seems to white sand.
And how this guy has stayed alive, you cannot understand.
You fishtail left, you fishtail right, white knuckles on your hands.
You may just die with this fat hick…this wasn’t in the plan.
You finally arrive at work, with all four limbs in tact.
Surprise surprise no one is there, you are alone in fact.
So you just surf the internet and make yourself a snack,
And then you realize that you still have to make it back.
Eventually you ride the bus, which takes about 3 hours.
You get dropped off nearby your place, and hike home in snow showers.
And there it is that car of yours still stuck in feet of snow.
It doesn’t really matter much, there’s nowhere you can go.
You’d sit for days and pray for snow, when you were just a kid.
Now that you’re grown you’ve come to know, just what your praying did.
It screwed up all the roads in town; it caused a lot of stress
Your childhood prayers brought not sunshine, but a great big snowy mess.
Water Falls
Swimming in simplicity, we loved as dear old friends.
Now the water is less clear to us, and we’ve come to a shallow end.
Our days were spent on sunny shores, where carefree breezes blew.
Yet somehow storm clouds found us there, turning black what once was blue.
Regret is just a waste of life, what’s lost cannot be found.
We dove too deep without regard and now our love is drowned.
The times of laughing in the surf seem far too distant now
Those waves they all came crashing down, as did our love somehow.
The tears now fall so cool and clear. They coat a lonely cheek.
In these waters I swim alone, and my arms are growing weak.
Swimming in simplicity, we loved as dear old friends.
Now the water is less clear to us, and we’ve come to a shallow end.
Our days were spent on sunny shores, where carefree breezes blew.
Yet somehow storm clouds found us there, turning black what once was blue.
Regret is just a waste of life, what’s lost cannot be found.
We dove too deep without regard and now our love is drowned.
The times of laughing in the surf seem far too distant now
Those waves they all came crashing down, as did our love somehow.
The tears now fall so cool and clear. They coat a lonely cheek.
In these waters I swim alone, and my arms are growing weak.
