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By Kim Submitted by kim_greer33 Date: 2002 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.10.09.12.23117]] |
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18-Wheel Cowboy Their saddles have been replaced With a cushioned air-ride seat Sitting in an air conditioned truck Rather than roping in the heat No longer is there time for roping In a Sunday rodeo That has all been replaced with FM and CB radios Riding and roping the wind Looking at the world through a glass windshield Staying away from their families Just trying to pay the bills Meeting other cowboys Singing that same ole' tune Feeling that sense of lonliness Praying that their home life won't be ruined No more prizes are to be won Like those shiney gold belt buckles Now their prize is working 24/7 Getting busted knuckles Cowboys now compete Wanting an engine with more horse power For them to shake off the dust They have to make it to a truck stop shower Waylon and Willie warned all mama's "Don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys, don't let'em pick guitars and drive them ole' trucks They said, "Make them be doctors and lawyers and such" But they didn't understand There was nothing their mama's could do Those big ole' shiney trucks To a boy, just looks so cool When a young boy gets introduced To a cowboy way of life Damned, be to the woman That becomes a cowboy's wife For every lonely night That these cowboys spend alone There is a lonely woman Praying that their cowboy, safely makes it home Cowboys bleed for that way of life And nothing stands in their way Their horses run on fuel Instead of running on hay Roping the wind with his 18 wheels Driving north, south, east, and west Along the interstate seeing the world Putting his dignity to the test Whether it be riding their horse or driving their big rigs These cowboys will survive Roping their dreams on the interstate Makes them feel alive |