Even Cowboys Get the Blues
Hands down, one of the top-3 songs I've ever written. This one just came to me like a shot in the dark while I was lying down in bed. I hurried up and jotted down a rough outline, and then the song just came together of a cowboy who has accepted his fate of being alone and without love, and the realization that his "loneliness" doesn't make him blue. It's actually other things that make him sad.
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We work mending fences
And we've honed all our senses
We can tell by the smell, should it rain
We've spent many dark nights
Hid away from the spotlight
For us alone, isn't lonely, it's sane
(Chorus)
But even cowboys get the blues
Sometimes, it's true
Like when our horses run off
Or there's a scuff on our boots
When the cast iron rusts
When the drought brings the dust
When our hats blow away
Or when we forget that tune
Yes, we do...
Even cowboys get the blues
Our hearts hardened over
And sometimes we're sober
Long enough to reap the seeds that we've sewn
Feet up, pickin' guitars
We frequent honky tonk bars
For the music, and not someone to hold
(Chorus)
Some women like the mystery
But don't know the history
That we're just too hard to hold onto
And it ain't your fault, babe
It's just that this life made
For a cowboy ain't crafted for two
(Chorus)
© Brian Hendrix 2020
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