Story Behind The Song
Some friends and I were out singing one night and I mis-heard something they said and thought it was a great title for a song. They later informed me that they didn't say "Bourbon Cowboy" but by that time it was too late - I had a song to wright. I just thought about all the problems that the farmers/ranchers were having with losing their homes/land and thought what else would one do if they lost everything and had to work in the city.
I have a video for the song as well at: www.youtube.com/davidrmohr
check it out!
Song Description
With the changing scene of the world and so many ranchers and farmers losing their land, this is the story of 1 man that laments his loss. He realizes he cannot go back "home" and is now stuck in the city at a 9-5 office job. He has a strong distaste for all the so-called "urban-cowboys" because they just don't know what it's like to really live on and work the land. Knowing he is no longer a real cowboy he just keeps to himself remembering the days that were.
| Song Length |
3:07 |
Genre |
Country - General, Country - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Anxious, Disconcerted |
Subject |
Economics, Numbness |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
I leave these city lights
Ev'ry Friday and Saturday night
Back to this hole-in-the-wall
I still get that back home call
I left my ranch and now it's gone
I don't fit in but still I'm holdin' on
When I sit at the bar it suites me
Where's the cowboy I used to be
{Chorus}
I ain't an Urbon cowboy that don't understand
What it's like to live and work the land
So I sit here drinkin' and feelin' coy
Hey Hey look at me {tacet}
I'm a Bourbon Cowboy
{Bridge:}
When you don't rope and you don't rustle and don't work the land
When you're all tied up in suites 'cause you're a business man
Drinkin on the weekend at some honkey-tonk that brings you joy
Fetch another round lay that bottle down on the counter boy
I'm a whiskey drinkin' self defeatin' boot wearin' corporate toy
Hey, Hey look at me {tacet}
I'm a Bourbon Cowboy
I leave the honkey-tonk after the fights
On my way back home I just sigh
I look in the mirror to see
The cowboy I used to be
Contrary to that poem
Sometimes you just can't go home
At least not too a place
That progress has stripped away
{Chorus}
{Chorus}
Hey, Hey look at me {tacet}
I'm a Bourbon Cowboy
Woncha have a drink with me! {tacet} I'm a Bourbon Cowboy