Latter Day Cowboy

<br>(Hugh Prestwood)<br><br>When the boy was no more than a shaver<br>His man told many a tale<br>How his great grandad used to go drovin`<br>Back and forth on the Oachezown Trail<br>Now you might say the boy got infected<br>By a fantasy of the old west<br>For his heart and his soul got connected<br>To a spirit that won`t let him rest<br><br>Now he don`t wear spurs that go jingle<br>He don`t spend his nights `round a fire<br>He lifts diesel oil that is horses required<br>But he is a latter day cowboy<br>Dressed as a truck drivin` man<br>Drivin` his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne<br><br>He beds down by the side of the highway<br>At the sight of the first evenin` star<br>In the darkness his big pony idles<br>As he quietly strums his guitar<br>And he sings out a song of his sweetheart<br>Even as her sweet memory grows dim<br>And he sings of the trail he has chosen<br>But the actual fact is the trail chose him<br><br>Now he don`t wear spurs that go jingle<br>He don`t spend his nights `round a fire<br>He lifts diesel oil that is horses required<br>But he is a latter day cowboy<br>Dressed as a truck drivin` man<br>Drivin` his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne<br><br>Driving his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne