[Verse 1]
I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be
But a cowboy's life was the only life for me
It's a strong man's occupation, ridin' herd and livin' free
But strong men often fail
Where shrewd men can prevail
I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say
But oh God, how I worked my youth away
[Verse 2]
Well, you may not recognize my face, I used to be a star
A cowboy hero known both near and far
I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar
But the studio, of course
Owned my saddle and my horse
But that six-gun on the wall belongs to me
Oh God, I can't live a memory
[Verse 3]
You know I'd like to put my finger on that trigger once again
And point that gun at all the prideful men
All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen
And put you where they choose
With the language that they use
And enslave you 'til you work your youth away
Oh God, how I worked my youth away
I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be
But a cowboy's life was the only life for me
It's a strong man's occupation, ridin' herd and livin' free
But strong men often fail
Where shrewd men can prevail
I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say
But oh God, how I worked my youth away
[Verse 2]
Well, you may not recognize my face, I used to be a star
A cowboy hero known both near and far
I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar
But the studio, of course
Owned my saddle and my horse
But that six-gun on the wall belongs to me
Oh God, I can't live a memory
[Verse 3]
You know I'd like to put my finger on that trigger once again
And point that gun at all the prideful men
All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen
And put you where they choose
With the language that they use
And enslave you 'til you work your youth away
Oh God, how I worked my youth away
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