Cowboy State of Mind

Duration

4:31

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Description

Lyrics

This cowboy state of mind I'm in has got me blowing in the wind and I don't care too much to track the time. This air is dry and the ground is bare so I'm moving on why should I care? Town to town with a pistol by my side. I cowboy on this trail that I call home. It won't be long 'fore my epitaph's in stone. It's back to the ground from where I came. May my mark be made. Cowboy's they don't stay in graves for long. With herds to move and outlaws to see it's a long ride and no it ain't easy from high country with stops all the way down. They squeeze before they call you out backshooters waiting to take you down. Want my face in the dirt and the rest of me hung in town. I cowboy on this trail that I call home. It won't be long 'fore my epitaph's in stone. It's back to the ground from where I came. May my mark be made. Cowboy's they don't stay in graves for long. Feel the earth it moves beneath my feet. And I know there's something bigger than me. In saddle bags the truth I keep. I never shot first so don't shoot me. Dust off my boots I'm moving out and that poker hand should cover most my route. The round I bought the marshall now buys my time. I'm a hired hand when I ride in but the town it talks so low's my brim. This red bandanna reminds me who I am. I cowboy on this trail that I call home. It won't be long 'fore my epitaph's in stone. It's back to the ground from where I came. May my mark be made. Cowboy's they don't stay in graves for long.