Gman and Keeney: Music

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“Start Howlin’ at the Moon”

With stars for my ceiling
and prairie for my walls,
it seems I’m called to roam these open ranges.
And I just can’t help but feelin’
that I’m part of it all.
There’s a song that sings inside me.
And the music never changes.


Had a girl for a while.
It was only make believe.
She thought that there were rules to the game.
But you just can’t rope the wind,
or ever fence me in.
Still, I think of her sometimes,
and smile, just the same.


For as long as I am able
I’ll just keep on ridin…
…‘till the sun won’t rise
or summer comes too soon.
‘Till the lamp up on the table
sinks below the horizon.
And the tumbleweed dust-bunnies
in the corners of my room,…start howlin at the moon.


My kinfolk hear but they won’t understand.
To be true to your own nature, is the measure of a man.


Been called a dyin’ breed.
Now, there’s some truth to that.
I’ve seen other cowboys fall before.
I’m still steppin’ on the pieces,
of broken, plastic wranglers,
where they’ve tangled in the carpet,
on the boot hill by the door.


Copyright © 2007 Bob May
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