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