Misc Unsigned Bands - Charlie ewing - vaquero

^AmOut of the golden poplar shade, in^Gto a grassy sunlit glade ^FThe cowboy reins his horse to blow, ^Esits and he scans the slopes below for ca^Amttle

H^Amis saddle's made to rope and ride, r^Giata reins of braided hide ^FChaps and vest and hat pulled low ^EJust like a hundred years ago, v^Amaquero

^FFor a hundred years he's been the king, his c^Cricket clicks his rowels ring Whe^Gre cattle graze the slopes and hills, he p^Fractices vaquero s^Ekills un^Amchanging ^E

I^Amn country made just for the cow, to^Go dry or steep to pull the plow The c^Fowboy sits and drinks it in, still ^Ejust like it's always been, ^Amhigh lonesome.

No ma^Amn made wonders in his sight, ^Gstill can see the stars at night ^FHe's lost in time and all alone, aw^Eay out here he feels at h^Amome, contented. ^F

^FFor a hundred years he's been the king, his c^Cricket clicks his rowels ring Whe^Gre cattle graze the slopes and hills, he p^Fractices vaquero s^Ekills un^Amchanging ^E

A^Amnd as his eyes lift to the sky, as^G if to watch an eagle fly A j^Fet trail flits like skylight lace ^Ereminds him of his time and place ^FTechnology is here to stay, w^Cill progress drive his kind away? Wi^Gll he melt away like the mountain snow Or^F go the way of the buffalo, f^Amorgotten.

^FFor a hundred years he's been the king, his c^Cricket clicks his rowels ring Whe^Gre cattle graze the slopes and hills, he p^Fractices vaquero s^Ekills un^Amchanging