Cowboy

I never learned to spell Constantinople

It took me years just to spell my name

Most days at school I just stare out the window

Because the pages of the books all look the same

History and math are things they say we need to know

And English has the words we need to speak

I spend my afternoons just picking my guitar

Maybe I'm just some kind of freak

I guess I'll have to grow up to be a cowboy

And be forced to breathe the clean country air

I'll have to live out on a ranch far from the freeways

But that's a sacrifice I'll have to bear

Mama always told me I should be more like my dad

And get the spirit of success inside my shoes

The poor man spent his whole life in a factory

And at night he guzzled gin to drown the blues

All the other kids may go to college, but I ain't other kids

Me, I think I'd rather just be poor

Than to work all year to get two weeks vacation

To the kind of place I'll have right outside my door

I guess I'll have to grow up to be a cowboy

And be forced to breathe the clean country air

I'll have to live out on a ranch far from the freeways

But that's a sacrifice I'll have to bear

Yeah, I guess I'll have to grow up to be a cowboy

And be forced to breathe the clean country air

I'll have to live out on a ranch far from the freeways

But that's a sacrifice I'll have to bear

But that's a sacrifice I'll have to bear