Lucy Kaplansky - Cowboy Singer Lyrics
Seventeen years she has been in this worldWide-eyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girlShe don't know I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm oldSweet Jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul'Cause she believes in the future and the family treeAnd she thinks there's a little spark of good left in meAnd she comes to my door 'cause she thinks I can bring herThe glamorous life of a cowboy singerI rise from my bed to her hand at the bellI look like the devil and I'm feelin' like hellBut she don't seem to notice and she steps right insideFor to sing me the song that she made up last nightAnd her voice is shining with the moon and the starsAnd she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitarSingin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemerAnd I doom and anoint her a cowboy singerAlone in my room when she leaves me againI stare at the wall and see death closin' inBut I like to imagine I will meet her somedayIn a land at the end of this lonesome highwayIn a fine high country where the best songs are sungAnd the labels don't care if you're old or you're youngAnd the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greenerAnd all of the angels are cowboy singersYes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers
