GREEN MOUNTAIN COWBOY

GREEN MOUNTAIN COWBOY

I may not be from a western state,
But I feel this to the bone,
I’m a green mountain cowboy,
Vermont’s where I call home.

I can tip a coin from the back,
Of a lightning fast right hand,
Draw and fire a six-gun,
Before that thing can land.

I drink my coffee black; from
My Pappy’s old tin cup.
When I go to town to shop,
I drive my pick-up.

I may not be from a western state,
But I feel this to the bone,
I’m a green mountain cowboy,
Vermont’s where I call home.

I tip my hat to the ladies,
Show old folks my respect.
When it comes to country music,
I’ve found nothing better yet.

Got me a pair of high heeled boots,
And a ten gallon hat,
I’m a green mountain cowboy.
What do you think of that?

I may not be from a western state,
But I feel this to the bone,
I’m a green mountain cowboy,
Vermont’s where I call home.


©6/11/83
Monty