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.
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