| last night you told her, |
| you could never hold her, |
| because a cowboys just got to be free, |
| her heart was breakin', |
| and yours was achin', |
| but you saddle up to follow your dreams, |
| coffee on your campfire, |
| wind thru the barbed wire, |
| you huddle close to the flame, |
| tho' she’s far behind you, |
| the night wind reminds you, |
| it just keeps on whisperin' her name, |
| you can make a run for the border, |
| try to hide the hole in the wall, |
| but don’t you know your arms are aching to hold her, and cowboy even tho' your |
| riding tall, you’re riding for a fall. |
| midnight the moons up, hands around your tin cup, the frost settles in on the |
| sage, |
| the nights gettin' colder, and man your gettin' older, tonight your feelin' |
| your age, so why don’t you turn back, just saddle up and back track, |
| you know you’ll never find a love quiet like hers, and tell me, |
| on a cold lonesome evening, what the hell goods yer freedom, don’t you think |
| it’s time you hung up your spurs. |
| you can make a run for the border, try to hide the hole in the wall, |
| but don’t you know your arms are aching to hold her, and cowboy even though |
| your riding tall, you’re riding for a fall. |
| cowboy your riding for a fall. |