There’s an axiom in Nashville: Don’t write a country song in 3/4 time. Why? It will never get recorded. I broke that rule for Dave Ruff, one of my real-life heroes and dearest friends. He loved classic country music, and I wanted to honor him with a “real” country song, as he put it.

I hope the record we made honors my many musical heroes: Merle, Willie, Dolly, George, Waylon… right on up to JT, Tommy, Yo-Yo, and Sting. (The latter, I believe, share a reverence and respect with me for Country Music’s history and artform.) Bless you for your contributions to countless hearts. Dave said we all contributed to his.

If you know a Dave Ruff, and most of us do, I hope you’ll recognize, love, and respect that soldier, that father, that friend, that hero… that Cowboy Inside. ~SE

COWBOY INSIDE
For Dave
Skip Ewing – Write! On Music (BMI) ©2019

VERSE 1
As a young man, I thought I was tough
Lived up to my last name of Ruff
Now I can’t take a breath deep enough
To shut off this bottle and ride
But I ain’t lost the cowboy inside

VERSE 2
I live where it’s still called The West
I can carry my Colt in my vest
Don’t put my aim to the test
Consider that threat as implied
I ain’t lost the cowboy inside

CHORUS 1
I can’t drink the coffee or smoke anymore
And I can’t get around like I did
But I think like I’m thirty, forget that I’m old
And In some ways, I’m more of a kid

VERSE 3
I can’t shake the habit it seems
Of saddling up in my dreams
Where I breathe like I’m still seventeen
I wake up at seventy-nine
But I ain’t lost the cowboy inside

CHORUS 2
I can’t drink the whiskey or smoke anymore
And I can’t get around like I did
But I think like I’m thirty, forget that I’m old
And In most ways, I’m more of a kid

VERSE 4
It’s a shame, and it’s sad, and it’s wrong
To hear yourself talked about like you’re gone
But I assure you I’m still hanging on
I’ve got years full of memories to ride
I ain’t lost the cowboy

TAG
Don’t write me off yet, boy,
I still got the cowboy inside.

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