The west is gone, no time to call
On your neighbor's house for tea
Everyone's busy sitting in front
Of their wide screen TV
But where, oh where, when they're glued there . . .
Does that leave me?
Can't find a space big enough,
The cities sure spread out
Can't find a place far away enough
For me to be by myself.
The frontier is gone, but I've got news for you
As long as the coyotes howl, and I've got my pony pal
I can still be a buckaroo
The west is gone, no time to sit
And watch the sun go down
Without checkin' your 'phone,
And sendin' a note,
Of a picture of yourself
But I don't care, if that's what you do,
It's A-OK with me.
Can't find a space big enough,
The cities sure spread out
Can't find a place far away enough
For me to be by myself
The frontier is misplaced, and what we value is, too
But as long as I can watch the sun, sinkin' o'er the trees
I can still be a buckaroo
The west is gone, no cowboys come,
On horses to save the day
They're out there yet, if you could find 'em yet
And take their video games away
They'd be glad, I am sure
In the long run, if they'd see
The kind of life -- a cowboy's life
With only a herd of cattle for company.
Can't find a space big enough
The cities sure spread out
Can't find a place big enough
For me to be by myself
The frontier has changed, and the cow-folk have, too
But as long as I can still pretend,
I can be a buckaroo.
©Western Reservoir 2017