Текст песни Collin Raye - Latter Day Cowboy
Collin Raye - Latter Day Cowboy слова песни
(Hugh Prestwood)When the boy was no more than a shaverHis man told many a taleHow his great grandad used to go drovin`Back and forth on the Oachezown TrailNow you might say the boy got infectedBy a fantasy of the old westFor his heart and his soul got connectedTo a spirit that won`t let him restNow he don`t wear spurs that go jingleHe don`t spend his nights `round a fireHe lifts diesel oil that is horses requiredBut he is a latter day cowboyDressed as a truck drivin` manDrivin` his wheels and his dreams to CheyenneHe beds down by the side of the highwayAt the sight of the first evenin` starIn the darkness his big pony idlesAs he quietly strums his guitarAnd he sings out a song of his sweetheartEven as her sweet memory grows dimAnd he sings of the trail he has chosenBut the actual fact is the trail chose himNow he don`t wear spurs that go jingleHe don`t spend his nights `round a fireHe lifts diesel oil that is horses requiredBut he is a latter day cowboyDressed as a truck drivin` manDrivin` his wheels and his dreams to CheyenneDriving his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne