Another product of my song-writing spree- a good ol' country song!
They both ride into the sunset,
They each ride a horse.
And when one's left his damsel behind,
She weeps with remorse.
She'll wait for him fretfully,
Her tear-stained face to the west.
Awaiting his safe return
From some brave, noble quest.
But I don't want what she has:
Worry, waiting for her knight.
Hoping he won't be slain,
Or be wounded in a fight.
I'm confident in my man's return;
I wait patiently, with joy.
For none can take him down,
Not my stolid cowboy...
No lance, no clanging chain-mail,
Just a hat pulled over his eyes,
No "thees" and "thous", just a "yes ma'am",
And a sixshooter at his side.
Some fancy prince won't due,
No knight in shining armor-
Just a rope in hand and cowboy boots,
I'd rather have a farmer.
Isn't bound by some code,
Just does what's right, is sweet and coy.
Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.
A knight can fast become
Haughty, aloof, and proud.
But raised with southern values,
My man's humble and sound.
He won't pick a fight to prove
His might or his honor.
But he ain't afraid to throw a fist
When violence is called for.
No lance, no clanging chain-mail,
Just a hat pulled over his eyes,
No "thees" and "thous", just a "yes ma'am",
And a sixshooter at his side.
Some fancy prince won't due,
No knight in shining armor-
Just a rope in hand and cowboy boots,
I'd rather have a farmer.
Isn't bound by some code,
Just does what's right, is sweet and coy.
Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.
A knight slays dragons
For glory and honor.
My man plows a field
So he can raise his daughter.
He's faithful, tall, and handsome,
Strong and ever-true.
Your knight can throw a lance,
But my cowboy can shoot.
So when it comes down to it,
Foes ride on up the road.
Your knight gives up his sword,
While my man just reloads...
No lance, no clanging chain-mail,
Just a hat pulled over his eyes,
No "thees" and "thous", just a "yes ma'am",
And a sixshooter at his side.
Some fancy prince won't due,
No knight in shining armor-
Just a rope in hand and cowboy boots,
I'd rather have a farmer.
Isn't bound by some code,
Just does what's right, is sweet and coy.
Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.
Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.
Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012
...and here is my rough draft of a recording for this song. *Ducks and hides, embarrassed*
I want to change some of the lyrics, work on the tempo, the tune, and just mess around with it over-all. Please feel free to give me tips, plus if you know anything about audio-editing software, that could help as well. (I currently use Audacity)
