Broken Cowboy (Live at the Buckhead Theater, Atlanta, GA, 2020)

It's been a long, dark, dirty road

But a pocket full of gold

And I've been out here now

All on my own

Well it's real quiet here

Just the way I like it here

There's no one to bother me

Except

Well, in 1955, born into Wadena's pride

I laid my head on that

Milligan creek bed

When I was a young man

I helped build this land

Oh I, put down these rails as a

CPR man

Thought I'd live forever

With my heart in my pocket

Oh, my gun by my side

And my feelings in a locket

Well, that was a cold year in '77

But I married my wife

We had 2 kids

I gave her a daughter

She gave me a son

And oh, we rode those damn horses until we had none

Fists still like flyin'

Doing things for dyin'

Oh, I should have put that old gun away

But I, I am a broken cowboy

And I don't feel right no more

'Cause I am a broken cowboy

Livin' life in the fast lane

Racing cars and robbing trains

I thought I had it all

Then one day I got the call

A father's worst dream

My son went down and I

The colors deceive me

As I see grey

Oh, you're cutting me down with those

Cold words you're saying

Then you called me brother

But this can't be so cause you

Slander my name anywhere the wind will blow, oh

But I, I am a broken cowboy

And I don't feel right no more

'Cause I am a broken cowboy

Yes, I am a broken cowboy

It's been a long dark dirty road

But a pocket full of gold

And I've been out here now

All on my own

Well it's real quiet here

Just the way I like it here

There's no one to bother me

Except that old taunting tree