ride away,

shaking the cobwebs from my head,
as i pick my clothes up off the floor.
yesterdays whiskey on my breath,
trying to recall the night before.

the blonde laying here beside me,
tells me last night must have been fun,
but lost somewhere is the memory,
of whatever we had done,

wondering if i should wake this pretty lady,
and give her a kiss goodbye,
but i cant even begin to recall her name,
and my mouth is awful dry,

if she only knew how much i wish,
i could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,

with all the places i have been,
and the things that i have done,
you'd think that id be loving,
this life out on the run,

so many different women,
so many different towns,
but all that they have left me,
was a man i want to drown,

god knows i only wish,
that i could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,


theres a yearning deep within me,
always wanting to be free,
always running from commitment,
or anything that would tie me down,
to anything other than running,
running myself into the ground,


with all the places i have been,
and the things that i have done,
you'd think that id be loving,
this life out on the run,

so many different women,
so many different towns,
but all that they have left me,
was a man i want to drown,

god knows i only wish i,
could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,