I Want
 
to be cold in my jeans jacket
and sit close to a smoky fire
 
I want to heft my saddle on a pony
and keep working till I retire
 
I want to hear the creak of leather
as I swing aboard the deck.
 
I want to ride so fast I'll get somewhere
before the bank can bounce my check
 
I want to sleep beneath the stars
and send my brother a telegram
 
I want to throw a rope and make a catch
and film it with a video cam
 
I want to pan for gold and strike it rich
and give it all to my fellow man
 
I want to breathe fresh air and saddle up
just because I can
 
I want to shine my boots and go to town
and sing a western song to my wife
 
Then go on television and say
"Hooray for the cowboy life!"
©Steve Dirksen | NEXT