Dean Johnson

Faraway skies You wouldn’t know by looking at meI am a cowboy, my friendI’m forever out riding on the range of my mindDreamin’ away all of my timeCattle calls and canyon wallsThe jangle of spursAt the light of dawn put the saddle onStart movin’ the herdThe distant horizons are a glorious sightAnd there’s gettin’ lost…

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