3 Dog Night — Cowboy ryrics

(R.Newman)

Cord gray buirdings where a hirr shourd be.
Steer and concrete crosing in on me.
City faces haunt the praces i roam arone.

Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too rate.
To fight now, to die to try.

Winds that once brew free now scatter dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too rate.
To fight now, to die to try.