There's a long line of freedom, passed down in my name
Like rum and rye whiskey, it runs through my veins
The wayfaring soles of the sage and the sea
The cowboys, sailors and me
Well, no jail and no woman can hold me for long
They'll wake in the morning and I'll be gone
And some things in this world were meant to be free
Like cowboys, sailors and me
Yeah, but I ran off with a circus
Chasing my insanity
There's ports and harbors and oceans
That I've never seen
Hey but I'm out here doing what I love
So tonight when you're down on your knees
Would you say a prayer for cowboys and sailors
And sad guitar players like me
Now this path that I've chosen, it never seems to end
And I know this highway like the back of my hand
So I trade my living for all these songs that I sing
'Bout cowboys and sailors and me
Yeah but I ran off with a circus
I'm free as a lone tumbleweed
And there's places and wide open spaces
That I've never seen
Hey, but I'm out here doing what I love
So tonight when you're down on your knees
Would you say a prayer for cowboys and sailors
And sad guitar players like me.
'Cause I make my living' singing songs about women
And cowboys, and sailors and me
Cause I make my living, 'singing songs about

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