The owl and the cowboy
Now that could be a story
One that I might want to tell
The owl was heard around the cowboy camp
It kept some up but it wasn’t too bad
To some it wasn’t the owl
It was just that they were very sad
Damn this town, but we can’t leave now.
Least ways not ‘til I get my lovin’ back
You see, I love that girl, but she had to leave
And took the train to Birmingham
Now, that’s all the way under the Mason-Dixon Line
She said she would be just fine and
Told me to listen to the owl at night and
Keep my eyes on the stars
I don’t wanna leave you now she said
But I just have to go
I’m Detroit made and I never stayed
Chicago couldn’t keep me either
I said adios to California and I traveled east
That was all before I met you
I made it big there too
But I was missing something and that my friend was you
When I left that was when New York had her heart broke
So hold on for your love, give me a little grace
I had to trust her and had to smile
Had to talk it over with that hooting owl
I checked the moon and watched the stars
Stayed away from the cowboy bars
I sent her a note
I’ll be here waiting for you
And waiting for you to get back
When you do you’ll find me
Down around my place
My lovely shack
With a tip of the hat to John Hiatt
Stanski
December 11, 2019 ^
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