Intro: You could say I’ve reached that time I know my trade And that I know how to care for my guitar and I know how to get up late Comfortable when I sleep on the floor I’ve played a fair few shows and I’m gonna play more And all along the while I was just trying to make people smile I play cowboy chords These air conditioned words About longing for the prairie and living in the suburbs I sing simple songs About rights and wrongs About finding that trail that leads away from everyone And darling I know I do not give you much I get hungry for a wondering and then I don’t come back for months And I keep your picture by my side It’s in my wallet, it’s on my mind Every song I know, contains a whisper of your soul I play cowboy chords These air conditioned words About longing for the prairie and living in the suburbs I sing simple songs About rights and wrongs About finding that trail that leads away from everyone And so my days slip away all the same Rolling wheels, hotels rooms and going grey Casting glances over my shoulder as I go Tying knots and dwell on things I do not know I know my trade out on these boards with cowboy chords I know my trade out on these boards with cowboy chords I know my trade out on these boards with cowboy chords I know my trade out on these boards with cowboy chords