Tumbleweeds

Ride the ferry cross, catch the yellow line
Walk six blocks to precinct nine
I'm not Marshall MacDillan
But looking god-willing I'll make it through another night
Got a badge in my wallet and a bulletproof vest
Coolest handiest to the west
Covering ground, keeping peace
Round and up streets in the corners of avenue B
But I still dream of tumbleweeds
Wooah yipeeiay on a half broke pony on the wide open range
Wooah buffalo free know that I go wherever I please
What can I say it's a hell of a joke
born too late with a cowboy ghost in me
I still dream of tumbleweeds
I carry a Glock but it's not the same
Too many shots too true an aim
Riding under my shoulder on a regulation horse
I'd rather wear it slung low on my hip
What I wouldn't give for a Colt
dragoon, spurs scraping planks in a dusty saloon
And a top-heavy bar girl named Josephine,
she loves all the boys but she only kisses me
Yeah I still dream of tumbleweeds
Wooah yipeeiay on a half broke pony on the wide open range
Wooah buffalo free they don't know where to go but wherever I please
What can I say it's a hell of a joke
born too late with a cowboy ghost in me
I still dream of tumbleweeds
Ooh the high rise lights scraping the sky outshining the stars,
all the taxes and cars crawling the
streets of a city that never sleeps
Oh but I still dream wooah yipeeiay on
a half broke pony on the wide open range
Wooah buffalo free they don't know where to go but wherever I please
What can I say it's a hell of a joke
born too late with a cowboy ghost in me
I still dream, I still dream ... of tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds