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Every Man's A Cowboy

By Lucas Maddy

Somehow his mount made it home with him slouched in the saddle
lead still hot in his side from what was almost his last battle
the townspeople stood and stared, they couldn't believe their eyes
he had that bandit's bandolier strapped down to his side
and the Colt that had killed his brother, he was wearing it with pride
as his breath became weak, the blood began to dry
he said, Every man's a cowboy
if only in his mind
Every Man's a cowboy, in his place and time

Johnny prayed in the alleyway, his folded hands a-shakin
thanking God for saving his life, asking mercy for the one he had taken
he'd heard the screams from the street, the rest he don't recall
and now a bad man dead, three feet away, Johnny slumped against the wall
she holds him like a hero, he's got a lost look in his eyes
and he thinks, every man's a cowboy, if only in his mind
Every man's a cowboy, but every cowboy doesn't ride

Someday I'll find myself, hanging on to this world
trembling hands will fail my grasp
you can know, I'll think of Lonesome Dove
and I'll die like Augustus McRae

Every man's a cowboy
if only in his mind
Every Man's a cowboy, in his place and time
Every Man's a cowboy, you can see it in his eyes
Every Man's a cowboy, but every cowboy doesn't ride