Young Dallas Cowboy — текст песни (David Alan Coe)

By David Allan Coe

Well, I`ve hiked through the sage brush,
I ran up some rail
I slept on the bench in a few county jails
And they laugh as they knocked all the wind from my sail
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

I`ve tried hard to tackle the problems at hand
I`ve kicked a few habits, and I`ve marched to the band
I tried hard to follow the lady of the land
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

I`ve made a few passes that weren`t incomplete
I stumbled through yards on my way to the street
Running from beds where I did more than sleep
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

(Talk)

Well, he tackled the bottle and he fumbled the ball
And he`d touchdown in alleys along where he`d fall
Just wait for his son to make up for it all
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

When I was a baby, he broke up the team
Divorcing my Mama to live with a dream
He had back in college when he was still green
And I was a young Dallas Cowboy

Now the footballs I held did not fit in my hand
Got me a guitar and I`ve got me a band
So don`t put me down when I`m taking my stand
Be proud of this young Dallas Cowboy
Yeah I`m proud I`m a young Dallas Cowboy
Be proud of those young Dallas Cowboys