Cowboy Rhythm - Wendy James

I got cowboy

Rhythm

And I got blue-eyed

Soul

I’ll clean and sin

And swim in mud

French poetry and rhinestones

In a flutter of cheap ribbons

I was young and silly in those days

Months and months ago

I got cowboy

Rhythm

And I got blue-eyed

Soul

(Ooh ooh)

In a grove of locusts

And marberries

In great finds and isolation

In a grove of oaks and beeches

Where a spring ran

Death don’t have no mercy in this land

Ooh, ooh…

I got cowboy

With a

And I got blue eyes

Sooo

In Franklin, Tennessee

I whispered to the thunder

«I ain’t gonna fight

But I ain’t gonna run.»

How do I recognize

I guess my time has come

I’ll find a groove and just watch it catch

Don’t let your mouth

Write a check your tail can’t cash

It’s kinda foolish when you come right down to it

I’m ready, do it

Do it

Do it

Do it

I got cowboy rhythm

I got blue-eyed soul

I got cowboy rhythm

I got blue-eyed soul

I got cowboy rhythm

I got blue-eyed soul

I got cowboy rhythm

I got blue-eyed soul