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Latter Day Cowboy
by Collin Raye



When the boy was no more than a shaver
His old man told many a tale
How his great grandad used to go drovin'
Back and forth on the Oachezown Trail
Now you might say the boy got infected
By a fantasy of the old west

For his heart and his soul got connected
To a spirit that won't let him rest
Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle
He don't spend his nights round a fire
He lifts diesel oil that is horses required
But he is a latter day cowboy
Dressed as a truck driving man
Driving his wheels
And his dreams to Cheyenne

He beds down by the side of the highway
At the sight of the first evening star
In the darkness his big pony idles
As he quietly strums his guitar
And he sings out a song of his sweetheart
Even as her sweet mem'ry grows dim
And he sings of the trail he has chosen
But the actual fact is the trail chose him
Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle

Yes he is a latter day cowboy
Driving his wheels
And his dreams to Cheyenne
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written by PRESTWOOD, HUGH
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