Rode out of lovelight
in the rise of the dawn
a runaway cowboy
in stirrups of gold
He´s followed by horses
without any names
the top of the bill
on the backside of fame
Headed for the heyday
an carrying the load
of a million years
on that old dusty road
His trail is a sample
of the truth made a lie
forgetting the Holy
as he bids you goodbye
Runaway cowboy
the last of his kind
still looking for space
in the Hillbilly time
Runaway cowboy (10) ur Poesi för spacecowboys & andra drömmare - copyright Tjampen 1976.
in the rise of the dawn
a runaway cowboy
in stirrups of gold
He´s followed by horses
without any names
the top of the bill
on the backside of fame
Headed for the heyday
an carrying the load
of a million years
on that old dusty road
His trail is a sample
of the truth made a lie
forgetting the Holy
as he bids you goodbye
Runaway cowboy
the last of his kind
still looking for space
in the Hillbilly time
Runaway cowboy (10) ur Poesi för spacecowboys & andra drömmare - copyright Tjampen 1976.
