Cowboy Conscious
           Boogie

   Well, I'm leavin' this mornin'
   And I don't know where I'm
      gonna go.

   I'm gonna pack my bag,
         momma.
   Going to head out that front door.
     I will always love you, baby.
       But I can't ever see you
          no more.

    Good lord you took my heart,
          momma.
   And you treated it so very kind.
     But when other gals come 'round me,
   I can't make my desire blind.

       Good lord, this guilt I'm holdin', momma
    'bout to break my weary mind.

  So I went to the preacher; asked if he could
          help me with this pain.

       He said, "I'd love to help you, son,
     "to cut those wicked, evil chains.
      "but when a man can't control his urges,
       "he got no one else to blame."
      
 Instumental:

             So I bought myself a ticket,
   and I'm standing on them tracks.
      I could hear that lonely cricket,
   as that engine headed toward my back.
      And that train whistle was blowing
   like them cats down at Memphis stax.

      Now I hope I goes to heaven,
   when them angels gonna set me free.
      But the pit of hell keeps callin'
   And these demons won't leave me be.
      Just then I hear my baby bawlin'
   as she reaches out to rescue me.

      I yell out "Lord please strike me blind!"
   This gal deserves my best.
       She's been so sweet and kind,
   I can't chance another test.
      I will love her soul and love mind
   til I take my final rest.  

BMI Registered-Copyright Ray William Roldan 2007