In the packs of my memory
There's a picture that I've made
Of a cowboy riding down the river
Of a cowboy riding down the river
In the sun's golden sprite
We ever strive
He just let his dreams
In the wilderness of the open streams
We ever laugh though He wrapped up stars
In the melody of his guitar In the town of the old forty-third
He's a spare road man without a fare We ever care
He'd avoid his home
Underneath the vest of unknown
Underneath the vest of unknown We ever sunrise He faced the day
We ever sunrise He faced the day
In the wilderness He'd find his way
We ever hide deep He'd rather not try
A picture of a cowboy So warm and free
In the acts of the past He will always be
We ever sunrise A memory of a change In the heart of a cowboy
He's a spy He's a spy rave night
Though the years may pass us by In
the cowboy's fire we will never die
Freeing echoes of his eye We will find courage to cry
Oh Courage to cry
Freeing
echoes of his song