Birdcages and Bad Rivers
Mystic
Cowboys
As a dryland sailor
I
have sailed across these plains
I
have listened to the wind
The
music of the voice remains
You’re
in the silence of my nights
Oh
soft places where I dream
This
dryland, this dryland sailor only sails
For
the love of his dryland queen
If
I should ever become shipwrecked among cornfields
Where
that lost row lies between
Just
remember this dryland sailor only sails
For
the love of his dryland queen
Just
remember this dryland sailor always sails
For
the love of his dryland queen