The Cowboy Returns
5/7/2003
by Lorne Clarke copyright 2003

Night falls
I'm ridin' my pony back home
I've had my fill of gunsmoke for a while
The stars look down from heaven through my soul
But the things that have passed between us
You'll never know

Night falls
I'm weary clear down to my bones
The whiskey dulls the screaming in my mind
Though the smell of death still lingers in my nose
And I don't need a reason
To ride alone

I hear you say you're proud
Of how I fought for you
But can you tell me now
What good did it do?

Night falls
It's time for me to get stoned
I can't see the poor dead children when I'm high
I can't see the cities burning down below
In the holy name of freedom
Down below

I hear you say you're proud
Of how I fought for you
But can you tell me now
What good did it do?

Night falls
I'm ridin' my pony back home
I've had my fill of gunsmoke for a while
The stars look down from heaven through my soul
But the things that have passed between us
You'll never know
 

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