(words & music by Harlan Collins)

Ride the range with the sad cowboys

See how the West was won

City kids who dress like plowboys

Try to tan their hide in the setting sun

Don't it leave you kind of wondering

What we plowed the prairie for

They hear the buffalo hooves a'thundering

But the buffalo ain't no more

And they've got on their spurs

But they're left without their ponies

Looking after a time

That isn't what it seems

And they've got on their spurs

But they're left without their ponies

They're in leather and furs

And they're chasing children's dreams

Colorado in the Rockies

Is where they want to hide away

Don't we all sometime

All alone the mountain jockeys

Try to keep the world at bay

But they're tied to more confiusion

About what make a man a man

Throw away this sad illusion

Come back to earth to lend a hand

And they've got on their spurs

But they're left without their ponies

Looking after a time

That isn't what it seems

And they've got on their spurs

But they're left without their ponies

They're in leather and furs

And they're chasing children's dreams

Sad, sad cowboys been a'hitting the dusty trail

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