Besedila:
Guthrie Arlo Last Of The Brooklyn Cowboys

: Oh babe, I love you so This here is the only thing I know It ain't right and it ain't wrong To hear a cowboy sing an old time song Last night I sat

Of war and peace the truth just twists Its curfew gull it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun

I'm growing tired of the big city lights Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights In all my dreams I am roaming once more Back to my home on the

We've got five generations of a fiddle playin' clan And it's nice to hear a fiddle by a fiddle playin' man Here's another song for Uncle Jeff Guthrie

There's gonna be some changin' 'round Babe, when you come turn me down Trifled on me for your last time When I come home at night Why you always start