Lyrics

All you lonesome cowboys
Who roam the plain
Feeling broken hearted
Lost out in love again
Let me ask you a question
Please answer true
Could you slow your wandering feet down
Even if you wanted too?

Saddle up your pony
Polish up your gun
Ride off to find some trouble
Into the setting sun
And if that girl on the corner
Called out to you
Could you slow your wandering feet down,
Even if you wanted too?

All you lonesome cowboys
Who roam the plain
Do you love the freedom?
Or do you love the pain
For the trials are many
And the pleasures few
But could you slow your wandering feet down,
Even if you wanted too?

© The Curst Sons 2014