The Dead South — Broken Cowboy

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It’s been a long dark dirty road
And 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

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 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

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