Cowboy Child

A cowboy child ruled the plains
Rode on through burning sun
Through driving wind and rains
A cowboy child with his gun
Bullets without bleeding
Death was all part of the fun

Between the black row houses
This spirit running wild
Just another North of England cowboy child

Dreams so full of far away
Proud and weathered faces
And the magic words they say
The Odeon on Saturday
Images and stories
For days and days more play

Between the black row houses
This spirit running wild
Just another North of England cowboy child

The end of day is coming on
The horse and its pale rider
Have traveled far and long
A cowboy child his dream complete
His six-gun silent now
Walks back along High Street

Between the black row houses
This spirit running wild
Just another North of England cowboy child