Cowboys and Sailors

There's a long line of freedom, passed down in my name
Like rum and rye whiskey, it runs through my veins
The wayfaring soles of the sage and the sea,
The cowboys, sailors and me

Well no jail, and no woman, can hold me for long
They'll wake in the morning and I'll be gone
Some things in this world are meant to be free
like cowboys, sailors and me

Yeah but I ran off with a circus, chasing my insanity
There's ports and harbors and oceans, that I've never seen
Ah, but I'm out here doing what I love
So tonight, when you're down on your knees,
Would you say a prayer,
for cowboys and sailors and sad guitar players like me

This path that I've chosen, it never seems to end
And I know this highway, like the back of my hand
So I trade my living, for these songs that I sing,
'Bout cowboys and sailors and me

Yeah but I ran off with a circus, I'm free as a lone tumbleweed
And there's places, and wide open spaces, that I've never seen
Oh, but I'm out here doing what I love
So tonight, when you're down on your knees,
Would you say a prayer for cowboys and
sailors and sad guitar players like me

'Cause I make my living, singing songs about women
And cowboys, and sailors ... and me