Celtic Cowboy Songtext
von Maggie Reilly

He puts his hat on, seven thirty
The taxi′s waiting like a thousand times before
He don't believe that dream is gone
Survey′s his kingdom like it could've been much more
Well, he's got all the answers, for sure
He′s just another chancer adding up his score
Here′s to the Celtic cowboy
King of the horseshoe bar, where everyone's listening, all night
Drink to the Celtic cowboy
Poetry in his soul, but something is missing deeper down inside
He could write a book or slay you with a song
He could paint a picture if you play along


Everybody′s an Einstein, inside
And there's no destination sweeter than the ride
Here′s to the Celtic cowboy
King of the horseshoe bar, where everyone's listening, all night
Drink to the Celtic cowboy
Poetry in his soul, but something is missing deeper down inside
As he walks through room you′ll see the seven-mile stare
He's looking across that room as if there's nobody there
Here′s to the Celtic cowboy
King of the horseshoe bar, where everyone′s listening, all night
We'll drink to the Celtic cowboy
Poetry in his soul, but something is missing deeper down inside