Latter Day Cowboy

When the boy was no more than a shaver
 His man told many a tale
 How his great granddad used to go drovin'
 Back and forth on the Oachezown Trail
 Now you might say the boy got infected
 By a fantasy of the old west
 For his heart and his soul got connected
 To a spirit that won't let him rest
 Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle
 He don't spend his nights 'round a fire
 He lifts diesel oil that is horses required
 But he is a latter day cowboy
 Dressed as a truck drivin' man
 Drivin' his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne
 He beds down by the side of the highway
 At the sight of the first evenin' star
 In the darkness his big pony idles
 As he quietly strums his guitar
 And he sings out a song of his sweetheart
 Even as her sweet memory grows dim
 And he sings of the trail he has chosen
 But the actual fact is the trail chose him
 Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle
 He don't spend his nights 'round a fire
 He lifts diesel oil that is horses required
 But he is a latter day cowboy
 Dressed as a truck drivin' man
 Drivin' his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne
 Driving his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne