Young Dallas Cowboy

(album: Rides Again - 1977)

Well, I've hiked through the sage brush,
I ran up some rail
I slept on the bench in a few county jails
And they laugh as they knocked all the wind from my sail
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

I've tried hard to tackle the problems at hand
I've kicked a few habits, and I've marched to the band
I tried hard to follow the lady of the land
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

I've made a few passes that weren't incomplete
I stumbled through yards on my way to the street
Running from beds where I did more than sleep
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

[Talk]
Well, he tackled the bottle and he fumbled the ball
And he'd touchdown in alleys along where he'd fall
Just wait for his son to make up for it all
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy

When I was a baby, he broke up the team
Divorcing my Mama to live with a dream
He had back in college when he was still green
And I was a young Dallas Cowboy

Now the footballs I held did not fit in my hand
Got me a guitar and I've got me a band
So don't put me down when I'm taking my stand
Be proud of this young Dallas Cowboy
Yeah I'm proud I'm a young Dallas Cowboy
Be proud of those young Dallas Cowboys