Old Cowboy

I am an old cowboy on the run.
I make my living with a gun.
There’s no place for me to hide.
So, all that I can do is ride.
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Every scar I have tells a tale,
Of my life, living on the trail.
Someone always wants to face me down.
Just gunning for me to take my crown.
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It all started when I was eighteen.
I was just a wild child, acting mean.
I haven’t had much peace since that day.
Too late, I wish I hadn’t gone astray.
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I’m getting old now, it’s hard to see.
But those young ones keep challenging me.
I wish I could just fade away.
Forget about my gun fighting days.
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I’ll probably die lying in the street.
Killed by a kid who thinks he can’t be beat.
When that day comes, I’ll just fade away.
Buried on a day that’s cold and gray.
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It all started when I was eighteen.
I was just a wild child, acting mean.
I haven’t had much peace since that day.
Too late, I wish I hadn’t gone astray.
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I want my gunfighting days to be done.
People don't respect me, just my gun.
But if I don't continue to kill.
I'll be the one living, on Boot Hill.
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It all started when I was eighteen.
I was just a wild child, acting mean.
I haven’t had much peace since that day.
Too late, I wish I hadn’t gone astray.
--
Every scar I have tells a tale,
Of my life, living on the trail.
I’ll probably die lying in the street.
Killed by a kid who thinks he can’t be beat.
When that day comes, I’ll just fade away.
Buried on a day that’s cold and gray.

Rock, Dark, Gloomy, Sad, Sentimental, Medium, Fast, R&B, Soul