Cowboy [German translation]

The skies are dark and gray

For a week now it's been raining every day

And the Kansas City Kid

Is on the couch still trying

To rope a stray

Well he's Crockett and he's Custer

And he's Hickok's right hand man

He's trying to tame the west

But Mom don't seem to understand

And she's told him to get ready

Cause it's the time for bed

And how he wishes he were free

Cause he was simply born to be

A cowboy

Asleep he rides the range

On a saddle that has seen its better days

And hear the coyotes call

They sing the sun to rest as evening falls

Well, make a pot of coffee, boys

So strong you taste the grain

Stretch out on your blanket

As he clears his throat to sing

Keep you eyes upon him

With his Gary Cooper grin

It doesn't take much sense to see

That he was simply born to be

A cowboy

This concrete city's fenced him in

Can't win 'em all

But he'll be on his feet again

He'll ride his fantasies till then

Don't he take after me he was simply born to be

A cowboy

The skies are dark and gray

For a week now it's been raining every day

But the Kansas City Kid

Is all tucked in and dreaming of the range

A cowboy, a cowboy