Song Description
Lamenting the passing of the main cowboy era / wild west and associated romaticism.
Song Length |
4:18 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
Mood |
Poignant, Composed |
Subject |
Life, Regret |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Almost Cowboys
In these mean and dusty times
Trying to make ends meet
Down amongst the dollar signs
Of the Gold Rush on Wall Street
Well the dreams we had all ended
Before they'd seen the sun
All shot down by destiny
With nowhere left to run
Chorus
And we were almost cowboys
And we will never know
Just what it feels like
To be in some Wild West Rodeo
As you're driving down on Main Street
Tell me where your mind goes
To somewhere back in time?
To some place where the winbush blows?
And just before you turn the corner
Where the neon lights all glow
Do you sometimes wonder who you might have been
A hundred years ago?
Chorus
Middle 8
Save me
From this so-called Promised Land
Tell me
Why my dreams must turn to sand
And let me hideaway
Let me hideaway
Let me rideaway
Into sunset-shadow land
Solo (First half of verse)
As you reach the City limits
Can you hear the cattle low?
Or is it some movie on the TV
After 'The Late Show'?
Are you taking all the potions
That the medicine-man prescribed?
Are 'The Voices' getting louder
As another day goes by?