Bronco Bill's Lament (live)

I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be But a cowboy's life was the only life for me It's a strong man's occupation, ridin' herd and livin' free But strong men often fail Where shrewd men can prevail I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say But oh God, how I worked my youth away Well, you may not recognize my face, I used to be a star A cowboy hero known both near and far I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar But the studio, of course Owned my saddle and my horse But that six-gun on the wall belongs to me Oh God, I can't live a memory You know I'd like to put my finger on that trigger once again And point that gun at all the prideful men All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen And put you where they choose With the language that they use And enslave you 'til you work your youth away Oh God, how I worked my youth away Whoopie ty-yi-oh Whoopie ty-yi-ay One man's work is another man's play Oh God, how I worked my youth away You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fightin' crime This photograph was taken in my prime I could beat those desperados but there's no sense fightin' time But the singin' was a ball 'Cause I'm not musical at all I moved my lips to someone else's voice Yes, I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be But a cowboy's life was the only life for me It's a strong man's occupation, ridin' herd and livin' free But strong men often fail Where shrewd men can prevail I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say But oh God, how I worked my youth away