Michael Allen Ott: Music

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First there was the drought
and then the prices fell.
Then the bank foreclosed
and put his whole ranch
up for sale.
The old cowboy without
a dime and all these
bills to pay
found a job in the city
he hated more each day.

He said the city's just
a cowboy reservation.
He'd leave it without
hesitation.
If only he could find the gate
how quickly he would
get away.
But his bills like barbed wire
fenced him in.
they kept him in this
people pen.
All he could do was
dream about
the day they'd let the
cowboy out.

Last night downtown an
old cowboy drifted off
to sleep.
While in his dreams
he drifted into
eternity.
As his friends and family
gathered all about.
Someone said the Good Lord
let the cowboy out.

He said the city was
a cowboy reservation.
He'd leave it without hesitation.
If only he could find the gate
how quickly he would
get away.
But his bills like barbed wire
fenced him in.
They kept him in this
people pen.
All he could do was
dream about
the day they'd let the
cowboy out.

Yes the city was
a cowboy reservation.
He left it without hesitation.
The Good Lord opened
up the gate.
The cowboy quickly
got away.
With no more bills to
fence him in.
He left behind this
people pen.
On God's free range
he roams about.
The Good Lord let
the cowboy out.