Condo Cowboys

Those condo cowboys are clingin’ to things that used to be, Starin’ out those city windows or sittin’ on balconies. They can still smell the country, the ranch, the horses and the range— At times they wear cowboy hats, though folks might think them strange. And like those cowboys long ago, they’re roamin’ in their soul, From Nevada, Arizona and old Colorado. They’ve seen and done so many things that most can only dream, Yet still they have the urge to cross one more mountain stream. But now they’re just old cowboys, that’s all that they want to be, They seek no big fortune, high status or fine pedigree. They see the world too clearly, seldom hold or mince their speech, They live the cowboy code and keep life’s truth within their reach. Those condo cowboys are special, each one from a unique mold, They just keep on ridin’ life’s long trail and never do grow old.