Riding For A Fall

(album: Western Underground - 1991)

Last night you told her, you could never hold her.
'Cause a cowboy's just got to be free.
Her heart was breaking, yours was aching,
But you saddled up to follow your dreams.

Coffee on your campfire, wind through the barbed wire,
You huddle close to the flames.
Though she's far behind you, the night wind reminds you.
It just keeps on whispering her name.

You can make a run for the border,
Try to hide at the hole in the wall.
But don't you know your arms are aching to hold her.
And cowboy even though you're riding tall...
You're riding for a fall..

Midnight the moons up, hands around your tin cup.
The frost settles in on the sage.
The nights getting colder, well, man you're getting older.
T'night you're feeling you're age.

Well, why don't you turn back, just saddle up and backtrack.
You know you'll never find a love quite like hers.
And tell me, on a cold lonesome evening, what the hell goods your
freedom?
Don't you think it's time you hung up your spurs?

You can make a run for the border,
Try to hide at the hole in the wall.
But don't you know your arms are aching to hold her.
And cowboy even though you're riding tall...
You're riding for a fall.

Cowboy, you're riding for a fall...