Paroles de la chanson Cowboy Song par
I met a cowboy, he was real
He sang songs about job and steel
On the railroad
We were ramblin'
I met a monk, his name was Mark
It'd been three months since he last talked
In California
We're on the way home
In the lounge car at 3 AM
We played [set ?] with the colorblind man
He wore gray
He wore gray
They call it "train-faded", yes they do
He sang songs about job and steel
On the railroad
We were ramblin'
I met a monk, his name was Mark
It'd been three months since he last talked
In California
We're on the way home
In the lounge car at 3 AM
We played [set ?] with the colorblind man
He wore gray
He wore gray
They call it "train-faded", yes they do
It happens when you rhyme in two
The same faces
The same people
I met a cowboy, he was real
I met a cowboy, he was real
I met a cowboy, he was real
We were ramblin'
We're on the way home
The same faces
The same people
I met a cowboy, he was real
I met a cowboy, he was real
I met a cowboy, he was real
We were ramblin'
We're on the way home