Lyrics:

I'm sittin' in a city filled with people, cars, and smoke
The walls are closing in on me, my heart's about to choke
The world becomes a foggy dream and I no longer see
The dirty concrete canyon's where I have come to be
'Cause a cowboy rides the mountains and the draw's inside my mind
With his buckskin underneath him and his pocket's full of time
And I can hear his spurs a jingling, the chimes of his slapping tack
As his horse lopes up a ridge with the moon light on his back
He rides into a bearing country not meant for him alone
For a loving dark-haired lady waits for her cowboy to come home

Well, his hat was made in Texas and his chaps are bat wing style
His saddles made by Hauser, he rides it all the while
It glistens with silver conches, tapaderos for his feet
He's got a chew of Copenhagen tucked inside his cheek
In fact, the only thing that saves me here from goin' plumb insane
Is that cowboy pounding leather down the coolies in my brain
And I can hear his spurs a jingling, the chimes of his slapping tack
As his horse lopes up a ridge with the moon light on his back
He rides into a bearing country not meant for him alone
For a loving dark-haired lady waits for her cowboy to come home