Song Description

A cowboy from New England dreaming of the TRUE cowboy existence.

Lyrics

YANKEE COWBOY

NEVER FELT THE FREEDOM OF RIDIN ON THE RANGE
ALWAYS DREAMED OF LIVIN WITH STARS OVER MY BED
I SWEAR THAT I'M LEAVIN', BUT THINGS DON'T EVER CHANGE
WIDE OPEN COUNTRY PLAINS ARE CROWDED STREETS INSTEAD
THE TUMBLEWEEDS ARE PAPER, SLOWLY ROLLING DOWN THE STREET
ME AND MY JUSTIN'S MARCH TO THE YANKEE COWBOY BEAT

I'D LOVE TO ROPE SOME STEERS, ON THOSE RANCHES FAR AWAY
I'D DRIVE MYSELF A BIG RIG, ON DOWN A LONESOME HIGHWAY
I'LL FIND THE TIME TO WATCH, A WINDMILL SLOWLY SPIN
I'D SEE THE GRAIN FIELDS BEND, TO THE WILL OF SUMMER'S WINDS
I'D ESCAPE FROM THE STALKS OF CORN, GROWN ON FIRE ESCAPES
I'D BE DANCING DOWN A COUNTRY LINE, AND YOU WOULD BE MY DATE

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE FROM NASVILLE
TO HEAR THAT FIDDLE'S CALL
YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE AN AUSTIN SUNSET
TO LOVE THE PEDAL STEEL'S RISE AND FALL
YOU DON'T NEED THE CLANG OF THE BANJO STRINGS
TO CAUSE YOUR HEARTBEAT TO STALL
IT'S THE LIFE OF A YANKEE COWBOY
I NEED TO ESCAPE FROM MOST OF ALL

I'D GET MYSELF A COWGIRL, BUT THEY DON'T LIKE MY STYLE
WE'D RIDE TOGETHER ON MY HORSE, BUT SHE STILL WON'T SMILE
I'D WHISPER THOSE SWEET NOTHINGS, AS SHE LOOKS AT HER WATCH
I'D PROMISE HER THE WORLD, BUT BRING HOME A SMALL SLICE
SHE'LL FIND THE HUMOUR, IN MY HOPES AND DREAMS
I'LL RIDE OFF ALONE AGAIN, IN SEARCH OF MY PLACE IN THINGS

BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO LIVE IN MEMPHIS
TO FEEL THAT ACOUSTIC'S STRUM
YOU DON'T NEED TO BE A GEORGIA PEACH
TO FEEL THE SWEETNESS OF THE DRUMS
YOU DON'T NEED A DALLAS LONGHORN RANCH
TO KNOW HOW BIG THE MUSIC IS
IT'S THE LIFE OF A YANKEE COWBOY
THAT KNOWS THE SADNESS BLOWIN' IN THE WINDS