Cowboy In The Rain
Cowboy In The Rain
By Rod Nichols
(C)10/12/2001 All Rights Reserved
Words don’t come easy when I try to explain
the feelin’s I’m feelin’ whenever it rains,
neath a tarp when it pours
or a lean-to outdoors
they’ll come on me sudden and always the same.
A time for reflectin’ on livin’ I guess
it weights me heavy I’ll have to confess,
for a long, constant lull
can numb a brain dull
and fill up a mind with a hundred regrets.
A man gets to ddrownin’ in mem’ries too deep
the ones of his knowin’ he’s tryin’ to keep,
the mistakes that he’s made
and the prices he’s paid
that waylay his spirits and rob him of sleep.
Each roll of the thunder gets longer and loud
a blanket or slicker seems more like a shroud,
like a man tucked away
in a tomb of all gray
his soul swept about ‘tween the earth and the clouds.
You’ll pray for the daylight and warmth of the sun
when workin’ and livin’ are thought of as one,
instead you are cozen
by choices you’ve chosen
and not a damn thing on this eath can be done.
Words don’t come easy when I try to explain
the feelin’s I’m feelin’ whenever it rains,
neath a tarp when it pours
or a lean-to outdoors
they’ll come on me sudden and always the same.
