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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
He Roams Alone
By Allen Coyle
He roams alone down country roads,
And plays in small-town bars.
A poor young man raised on a ranch,
Who strums a worn guitar.
He composes tunes within his head,
With sad and mournful lines.
His lyrics are past experiences,
Rewritten with notes and rhymes.
He'll nod his head and tip his hat,
And play alone onstage.
And a room, or beer or pretty girl
Is all he'll ask for wage.
He'll sing about his woman,
And the love they used to share.
And you'll find most patrons dancing,
Couples unseated from their chairs.
The losers and the drunkards,
Bow their heads and sip their drinks.
And as they listen to the singer,
They recall their forgotten dreams.
Even the toughest, toothless ranchers,
Will find tears within their eyes,
As they listen to the singer,
And reflect upon their lives.
And soon you'll see him leaving,
With his guitar and sack of clothes.
Headed for another town,
On a lonely, dusty road.
He'll unroot you from your sadness,
And he'll shoot you to the stars.
Just a young and nameless singer,
Who strums a worn guitar.
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