Cowboy Boot Heel Early morning almost dawn I saddle the pony I rode in on You know I told you I must go As my cowboy boot heel taps out the rhythm of my soul The sound of leather reins on the saddle horn How I hate to leave my corazon Up in the mountains I see snow As my cowboy boot heel taps out the rhythm of my soul Don't ask how long I'll be gone I'm heading for the hills of the unknown Just what I'll find there I don't know As my cowboy boot heel taps out the rhythm of my soul          I may find danger,I may find strangers          Dressed as angels unawares          I may find peace I may find grief          Or girls with raven hair I'll trade these jewels for things I need God will protect me as I sleep My Indian blankets will keep me from the cold As my cowboy boot heel taps out the rhythm of my soul Has it been a week or just a day Is this the trail or have I lost my way Up ahead I see your ghost As my cowboy boot heel taps out the rhythm of my soul There are spirits all around I lose my grip and fall to the ground My pony's head is hanging low As an angels boot heel taps out the rhythm of my soul - Rob McNurlin copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI