I was a Cowboy
spinning along the hedgerows
strawberry sherbert and gum were the tools of my trade
thought I'd grow handsome, funny and free
boys in the first grade
could never hold a candle to me
I was a cowboy
my mother took me in late '69
to the school of saint francis xaviour
pretty miss hollis was waiting to lead me away
her breasts were tender and, I confess,
I cried the whole day
hiding my face in the folds of her dress
I was a cowboy
soon I was grown and my branches were strong
and the halo of spring was round me
spilling my youth out in tissues on warm afternoons
I met some sweet girls, acted unkind
down by the sand dunes
striking the truth of life from my mind
I was a cowboy
Autor(es): David Scott / Tom Scott