final cut

[cross_7]

In a cowboys heart is a great yearning for freedom
A love for honesty, truth and honor
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists



Smell of breakfast over the campfire
Coffee in an old tin cup in the early hour
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists


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Jingling the horses in the early morning light
The familiar snort, the best in your string comes to sight
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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A cold back humped up and whats to come
The white of his eye, blowing rollers, the son of a gun
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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Coming uncorked just as you find your stirrup
Getting him lined out as you grab the nightlatch up
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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An early morning gather
The creak of leather
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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The jingle of spurs in a mile eating lope
A fast horse and faster rope
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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The first sight of the cattle at sunup
Cutting out calves on a horse without give up
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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The warmth of a branding fire heating the irons
Shaking out a loop, dragging calves to mark ours
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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A tired body, sore back, soaking up the warmth of the sun
The satisfying feeling of a job well done
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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The jaquima, the vaquero, the stories from back in his day
The cowboys of long ago and old cowboy way
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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Cooking calf fries over an open fire
Living the life i desire
It may be that the life I desire no longer exists

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[cross_7]

He rode out in the early morning when the stars shown at their brightest.
In the distance he heard the thundering hooves of cattle and horses
As the sun peaked over the horizon
He saw cows standing belly deep in green grass as far as the eye could see
The snow capped mountains in the distance reached to the sky
The clear mountains creeks as clear and cold as there ever was
Horses of every color, more than one could count
Slick eared calves by the thousands, all needing to be worked
He heard the shouts from the cowboys
Their call to him, the invitation
He crossed over to their world
The world of old
The world without fences
The world of the cowboy