Cowboy Singer - Dave Carter, Tracy Grammer

Seventeen years she has been in this world

Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl

And she don’t know i’m wicked, and she don’t know i’m old

Sweet jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul

'cause she believes in the future and the family tree

And she thinks there’s a little spark of good left in me

And she comes to my door 'cause she thinks i can bring her

The glamorous life of a cowboy singer

I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell

I look like the devil and i’m feelin' like hell

But she don’t seem to notice and she steps right inside

For to sing me the song that she made up last night

And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars

And she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar

Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer

And i doom and anoint her a cowboy singer

Alone in my room when she leaves me again

I stare at the wall and see death closin' in

But i like to imagine i will meet her someday

In a land at the end of this lonesome highway

In a fine high country where the best songs are sung

And the labels don’t care if you’re old or you’re young

And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener

And all of the angels are cowboy singers

Yes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers