Dreams of Abilene rough cut

The longhorns are quiet.

The Texas sky is clear.

Pinto beans are my diet.

God, I want a beer.

I roll out my blanket

On the cold, black ground.

Two hours past sunset,

Nary a single sound.

My bones are so weary.

Dreams fill my heavy head.

My eyes grow all teary.

All of my muscles are dead.

I hear deep inside of me

Annie's sweetest words.

She's singing so wildly.

And here's what I heard.

Come back to me, my dear cow poke

Come back as soon as you can.

You ain't like no simple townsfolk.

You are my only truest man.

I want to hold you, be in your arms,

Wrap all around you, feel all your charms.

Come back to me, my dear cow poke

Come back as soon as you can.

I wake in the morning

Here in the pitch black.

The sun isn't dawning.

I fold up my pack.

The dream haunts my memory,

There in Annie's dance hall.

The day holds the reverie

Throughout the day's haul.

Till saddle sores over take

This here cowboy's thought

And remembering fore sakes

And my back is a knot.

I smell the pinto beans.

The bacon as it burns

With my dreams of Abilene

That will soon return.

Come back to me, my dear cow poke

Come back as soon as you can.

You ain't like no simple townsfolk.

You are my only truest man.

I want to hold you, be in your arms,

Wrap all around you, feel all your charms.

Come back to me, my dear cow poke

Come back as soon as you can.

Come back to me, my dear cow poke

Come back as soon as you can.

You ain't like no simple townsfolk.

You are my only truest man.

I want to hold you, be in your arms,

Wrap all around you, feel all your charms.

Come back to me, my dear cow poke

Come back as soon as you can.