When Cowboys Didn't Dance

Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail Six cowboys and one old man in another day of hell Chuckwagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal Asleep beneath an open sky with just the stars above their heads A saddle for a pillow and some sagebrush for a bed Waking up tomorrow was merely down by chance Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance Didn't wear designer shirts When their hearts were filled with memories Their bodies filled with hurt They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance More coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow Another day of chasing that same old lonely cow With every new horizon began a brand new day Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly made their way Across the plains of Texas and through the Colorado snow Final destination, Blackfoot, Idaho When cowboys didn't dance Didn't wear designer shirts When their hearts were filled with memories Their bodies filled with hurt They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance Didn't wear designer shirts When their hearts were filled with memories Their bodies filled with hurt They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail Five cowboys and one old man in another day of hell --- When Cowboys Didn't Dance - Lonestar