Concrete Cowboy

The concrete cowboy left the trail from Reno
With a polished six gun shooter on his hip
Blowing black smoke from his dirty Kenworth
Like the Devil's winter breath in Idaho

The concrete cowboy met a man in Texas
For an easy flatland load to Alabam'
He warned the cowboy not to ask no questions
He warned to keep his shooter at his hip

The concrete cowboy made it out to Gulfport
When a steer tire rode the last mile it would see
A Mississippi trooper stopped to help him
He was three days from a pension and some sleep

The concrete cowboy's trying to chase the sun down
He's blowing fire from his cold blue stacks
Just sixty miles from Mobile, AL
A pistol, sack of money, and a raft



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Vandiver
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