Lyrics
Well if you ask me .
I am doing just fine .
With the holes in my jeans .
I walk the faded white line .
I believe what I tell me .
It's all that I know .
The shadows grow in the evening.
The hours pass by , moving so very slow .
The town that I came to , felt empty and dry .
A lady on the corner looked me over and smiled.
She said .
Your some kind of a cowboy, a drifter , a lonesome sad country song .
A memory on the hearts of the women that you knew .
Her words made me smile .
Though I felt twisted inside.
I felt a chill .
Like maybe she's right .
I lit up a smoke while I looked around.
I laughed to the lady.
As I stepped away up the road.
In that little dusty town .
Her words rolled around, inside of my mind .
Some kind of cowboy, a drifter , and a sad country song .
Just a memory on the hearts of the women that I loved .
So for now I travel on , easing my thoughts.
Feeling every broken bone I had .
Looking for a bottle with magic to heal my mind .
So maybe someday I will understand.