This Lyric is #101

Cowboy in Chicago...

© 2003 Corky Bernard, BMI

His face shows more hard winters

than he should know in years.

The creases in his wrinkles

sometimes fill with tears.

He once was a young cowboy;

big hat and a crooked grin.

Now, he's trapped in this city

with hearts colder than the wind.

(Chorus)

There're no cowboys in Chicago;

no wranglers in the park.

No cattle drives to the stock yard

and no loitering after dark.

He ain't too much to look at,

and he don't have much to say.

There's a cowboy in Chicago,

but, he's not here to stay.

He was ridin' "Hellfire",

when the bull hooked him that night.

He almost made eight seconds,

but the bull sure won the fight.

Three shattered ribs and a leakin' lung

and a long hospital stay.

When he came out broke ... the rodeo

was a thousand miles away.

He rustled him a shopping cart,

culled it from the herd.

Fills it full of stray cans

he rounds up by the curb.

He won't go to a shelter

for a blanket, bed and plate.

Sellin' cans, he's still a man,

and he pays his own damn way.

(Chorus)

There're no cowboys in Chicago;

no wranglers in the park.

No cattle drives to the stock yard

and no loitering after dark.

He ain't too much to look at

and he don't have much to say.

There's a cowboy in Chicago,

but, he's not here to stay.

He has family down by Waco;

wouldn't want 'em to see him now.

He'll regain his feet; get off these streets,

some time, some day, some how.

Pawn shop owns everything once his

'cept the buckle on his belt.

Still, the way he stands says, "here's a man

playin' the cards he's dealt".

(Chorus/Out)

There're no cowboys in Chicago;

no wranglers in the park.

No cattle drives to the stock yard

and no loitering after dark.

He ain't too much to look at

and he don't have much to say.

There's a cowboy in Chicago,

but, he's not here to stay.