Concrete Cowboy

I am a concrete cowboy, My horse is made of steel. I drive these lonely highways, A lot of time to kill. I have no saddle, No six shooters on my hip. I have a steering wheel and shifter, And a coffee cup from which I sip. I listen to these tires whine, As the lines on the road roll by. I think a lot of the western days, And the riders in the sky. I have seven hundred horses, Sitting under my hood. I would give anything, if beside one horse I stood. I dream about the western days, This is probably as close as I'll get. I will drive down these lonely roads, And my steel horse is where I'll sit.