John Wayne
The only kind of cowboys I ever really seen are ones in pictures, the stoic silver screen
I hung my woes on the twos and fours, what's a more bitter fate than tomorrow
Dreaming of a place where I could hide my sorrows, cause John Wayne never cries, and the good guys, well, they never die, they just find their sunset and ride forever
Where do the cowboys go when the credits roll and the screen fades to black
Like a summer's afternoon, it ends too soon, my friend
There's a bit of beauty in it all
I'll ride my horse into the sun, it's in my blood, I ain't afraid
I'll ride my horse into the sun, it's in my blood, I ain't afraid
I'll ride my horse into the sun, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood.
Get down on them horses, I don't favor looking up to the likes of you
Like a silent movie or a parlor band, there's a music in us, it's what makes us men
A thousand broken dreams are nothing but a muse, what's the point of winning if you don't know how to lose
Take it on the chin and bleed through the speakers, John Wayne is a coward compared to my kin.
I hung my woes on the twos and fours, what's a more bitter fate than tomorrow
Dreaming of a place where I could hide my sorrows, cause John Wayne never cries, and the good guys, well, they never die, they just find their sunset and ride forever
Where do the cowboys go when the credits roll and the screen fades to black
Like a summer's afternoon, it ends too soon, my friend
There's a bit of beauty in it all
I'll ride my horse into the sun, it's in my blood, I ain't afraid
I'll ride my horse into the sun, it's in my blood, I ain't afraid
I'll ride my horse into the sun, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood, it's in my blood.
Get down on them horses, I don't favor looking up to the likes of you
Like a silent movie or a parlor band, there's a music in us, it's what makes us men
A thousand broken dreams are nothing but a muse, what's the point of winning if you don't know how to lose
Take it on the chin and bleed through the speakers, John Wayne is a coward compared to my kin.
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Writer(s): Maxwell Lucas
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