Misfortune's Own Son

The wild horse he wonders up high on the mountain
He grazes on short grass where bitter winds blow
He's headed to nowhere with no time to spare
Storm clouds are buildin' and lookin' like snow

With tight reins and curb chains can't handle or hold him
He don't fit in fences, he's way too high-strung
His freedom don't feed him and nobody needs him
He's just an old wild horse, misfortunes own son

The old cowboy looks at his ropes and his riggin'
They're all he has left, that's worth carin' about
Well, him and that leather they went through hell together
Seems like they're both gettin' close to worn out

Well, there ain't too much call now for his kind of cowboy
There aren't enough wild horses out there to run
Besides, he's too old, but that's all he knows
He's just an old cowboy, misfortunes own son

Wild horses and old cowboys, two of a kind
Yesterday's heroes the time left behind
Wide open spaces are fast closin' in
Misfortunes own sons, you won't see them again

The wild horse is weary, there's snow on the mountain
No peace in the valley, full of highways and towns
The old man just spent his last day in the saddle
There's no reason to ride now, the old days are gone

But you can't hardly blame them for tryin' to hold onto
Their own way of life now, it's over and done
Just lonesome reminders left over survivors
The old cowboy, the wild horse misfortunes own son

Wild horses and old cowboys, two of a kind
Yesterday's heroes the times left behind
The wide open spaces are fast closin' in
Misfortunes own sons, you won't see them again