Lyrics 5

Words And Music By: Red Johnson
(C)1997-Pub. Count Music BMI

This song started out as a truck driver from Montana making the night life of New York City. And it evolved to this.

My boots were old and scuffed up
My hat was slightly ruffed up
My jeans were just some faded old Levi’s
Still they let me in this place
Where folks wore suits and lace
That's where this ol' cowboy
Caught her eye

She walked my way and "oh boy"
Said dance with me cowboy
A night I won't forget in New York town
The difference in our past
Was sharp as the contrast
Of jeans against her white satin gown

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That's how big city-met big sky country
To change her city ways
It would be a fool that tries
She likes- bright city lights
I like- bright stars at night
But now and then big city
Has big skies in her eyes

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And ol'-big sky country
Sometimes wears suits and ties

They say opposites attract
And I know that for a fact
Lord you should see her in her boots and jeans
Be it in her world or mine
Love is still the bottom line
Big sky and big city found their dreams

"There Will Always Be Cowboys"

Words And Music By: Red Johnson
(C)1997-Pub. Count Music BMI

I always liked this song, it reminds me of a simpler time when things moved at a much slower pace, and the focus of the story is the children who still live in that time with their imaginations, and" cowboy toys".

1. The dust has never settled
On that old western street
Stirred up by the thunder
Of a thousand horses feet
America still sees
The sunset in the west
And still tells the stories
Of cowboys at their best

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There will always be cowboys
Riding out into the sun
Tough and weather-beaten
The west yet to be won
There will always be cowboys
At three and four they start
Little girls and boys
With cowboy toys
Are forever in our heart

2. Time never will diminish
Love we have for the horse
A timeless counter-balance
To the now of push and force
The cowboy is the symbol
Of every thing that's good
Standing up for what is right
Like the rest of us should

3. Our hearts won't be corralled
Behind our suits and our ties
It's a raging campfire
Cooks our burger and fries
America still rides
The bronco cross the plain
In a saddle by the window
Of a packed commuter train