Chasing Ballads

I used to run around the kitchen in a cape With a wooden spoon I'd fight of all the bad guys who stood in my way Yeah, I saved the day Our backyard was one small step from the moon The swing set was a rocket ship, and I was a little barefoot space tycoon Every afternoon But I was told that I would never be a cowboy That there wasn't a range for me to ride They said life ain't make believe, so grow up now boy To make a living you'll put that all aside But you can bet that you'll still find me with the mustangs and the mavericks Out there blazing trails, spinning tales, and chasing ballads Riding up I-35 to Wichita Chasing down the kind of magic that I've only ever found in a song And I ain't heard them all But I was told that I would never be a cowboy That there wasn't a range for me to ride They said life ain't make believe, so grow up now boy To make a living you'll put that all aside But you can bet that you'll still find me with the mustangs and the mavericks Out there blazing trails, spinning tales, and chasing ballads My lips pressed to a microphone in some old roadhouse bar Out here riding fences trying to mend a broken heart I was told that I would never be a cowboy That there wasn't a range for me to ride They said life ain't make believe, so grow up now boy To make a living you put that all aside But you can bet that you'll still find me with the mustangs and the mavericks Out there blazing trails, spinning tales, and chasing ballads