When a cowboy gets the blues Steve Eales c 2005(shock)
A thousand miles from anywhere drivin the great outback
I stopped to take a closer look at a rundown rambling shack
It seemed so out of place out here with the red dirt and blue sky
A lonely stretch of landscape must be a lonely way of life
A fella in a dusty hat on his front verandah chair
Called his dogs to get round the back and waved me over there
With a voice that sounded like a rusty gate that the wind was blowin round
He said what you doin out ere mate you’re a long way out of town
Who cares who cares when a cowboy gets the blues
We’re just like any other man
Our heart breaks when we lose love
While some bottle it up some battle it out
But I chose solitude cos who cares when a cowboy gets the blues
He opened up a bottle and offered me a drop while I said
I’m just passing through this way curiosity made me stop
And find out what would make a man live out here on his own
When no one else that I know would make this place there own
Who cares who cares when a cowboy gets the blues
We’re just like any other man
Our heart breaks when we lose love
While some bottle it up some battle it out
But I chose solitude cos who cares when a cowboy gets the blues
I once loved a pretty girl perhaps my greatest mistake
Was thinking that she’d stay with me I guess you call that fate
So I quit riding the rodeo’s came out here to heal my wounds
That was nearly eight years gone and you’re the first I’ve told this to
Who cares who cares when a cowboy gets the blues
We’re just like any other man
Our heart breaks when we lose love
While some bottle it up some battle it out
But I chose solitude cos who cares when a cowboy gets the blues
Some bottle it up some battle it out but I choose solitude
Co’s who cares when a cowboy gets the blues
Steve Eales; lead vocals, acoustic guitar, backing vocals
Brett Wood; electric guitars
Reggie Bowman; bass, backing vocals
Garrett Costigan; dobro, pedal steel
John Kendall; fiddle
John Corniola; drums
Produced by Steve Eales and Reggie Bowman