Guest
Backward turn backward oh time with your wheels Bicycles, wagons, and automobiles Dress me again in a big Stetson hat Spurs, flannel shirt and slicker and chaps Put a six-shooter or two in my hands Show me a yearlin’ to rope and to brand Out where the sage brush is dusty and gray Make me a cowboy again for a day. Give me a bronco that knows how to dance Blue roan in color and wicked of glance New to the feeling of bridle and bit Give me a quirt that will sting when it hits Strap on a blanket behind in a roll Toss me a lariat dear to my soul Over the trail let me gallop away Make me a cowboy again for a day. Thunder of hoofs on the range as you ride Hissin’ of iron and the sizzlin of hide The bellow of cattle and the snort of cayuse Longhorns of Texas as wild as the deuce Midnight stampedes and the millin’ of herds Yells of the cowboys too angry for words Right in the midst of it all let me stay Make me a cowboy again for a day.
