I Guess I, Am a Cowboy

I guess I’m cowboy with cowboying ways. born a century too late so it seems. This city style living is just killing me. My soul wants to wander where souls wander free. Selling insurance over the phone deadens my body and it’s killing my soul. My soul wants to wander where souls wander free. this city style living is just Killing me. I remember the story’s my granddaddy told me the day’s on the prairies the nights they were cold. The hills and the valley’s the mountain’s and streams the wild Mounting dear coming down from the hills I know I’m a dreamer I guess I’m a schemer get rich quick ideas and half thought about schemes. My soul wants to wander where souls wander free this city style living is just killing me. I lookout my window at the concrete below 27 stories high got three hours to go. Got a 40 year mortgage that I’ll never pay so I’m packing my bags and I, am leaving today. Back to the prairie where my soul wanders free this city style living is just killing me.