The Cowboy by Rob Huffman

The Cowboy
From Rob Huffman's album Tone without Tension

He was tall in the saddle, moved like a rattlesnake, sly on a starlessnight
Just a cigarette pack and the coat on his back, the cowboy rode intosight
Morning rolled around and he gathered a crowd, though we didn't knowwhy he came
Then he left without a sound as the sun was going down, but this townwill never be the same

Everybody comes here looking for the cowboy
For the outlaw, for the poet, the rebel and the pioneer
Everybody comes here looking for the cowboy
But the cowboy hasn't been around here in years

In an airport lounge in a faraway town I see a face I well recall
With his rugged man's tan and a butt in his hand the cowboy leanedagainst a wall
He looked tired and gaunt I knew something was wrong the cowboy didn'tseem the same
No he seemed quite frail at the end of the trail but the cowboy triedto explain

Everybody comes here looking for the cowboy
For the outlaw, for the poet, the rebel and the pioneer
Everybody comes here looking for the cowboy
But the cowboy hasn't been around here in years

He didn't say much was he losing his touch? The cowboy started ridingaway
As the cool camouflage of a desert mirage let a little bit of truthremain
That the cowboy relies on his image and his lies to rope you when you'resmall
So you'll carry his brand to the ends of the land, the cowboy demandsit all

Everybody comes here looking for the cowboy
For the outlaw, for the poet, the rebel and the pioneer
Everybody comes here looking for the cowboy
But the cowboy hasn't been around here in years

looking for the cowboy looking