The Saddle Maker

Stuck in Oklahoma

Sure don't feel like home

It's just a little too cold up here

Talks about Arizona and how he had to roam as he finishes off his beer

And just about the closest thing to a cowboy's town he's seen

This town has seen too much of him

Leather scattered on the floor

Little pieces of the dream

He sews 'em together as the sky goes dim

He sits a horse when he can

In the morning ridin' pens

Aches and pains they get hard to stand

Gets home and he builds a fire

To the table, he retires

To see the work he does with his hands

And just about the closest thing to a cowboy's town he's seen

This town has seen too much of him

Leather scattered on the floor

Little pieces of the dream

He sews 'em together as the sky goes dim

Roll up a cigarette

Here's a life with no regrets

Pull of whiskey one at a time

Here's a living the dream or less

Thanks to the IRS

Bastards ain't no friend of mine

Just about the closest thing to a cowboy's town he's seen

This town has seen too much of him

Leather scattered on the floor

Little pieces of the dream

He sews 'em together as the sky goes dim

He sews 'em together as the sky goes dim