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New Lyrics – Just Another Dead Cowboy Song

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 12, 2013 by Jamie McPherson

Hi folks,

Here are the lyrics to my latest song. It is called ‘Just Another Dead Cowboy Song’. It is a title I had been waiting to write a song around for a while, so when the story popped into my head, I raided my little black book of phrases and lyric ideas, and came up with this piece. The story starts with a man dying, then to what brought him there, and then is book-ended where we began. It is about all those dead cowboy songs, blowing on the wind all around the world, and this is one of them.

At the moment there is no music for this one as life is just that little bit mad at the moment, but who knows, hopefully in a few weeks I can start working on the music. I just felt the need to share this story with you, as I do love the imagry of it. I love telling a good story, and couldn’t wait to tell you this one. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

 

Just Another Dead Cowboy Song

 

Big noon sun’s a creepin’

To the edge of this hole

Been three days in this canyon

On the edge of my soul

These Badlands will take my life

Because she has the mind

Her hospitality fatal

Her disposition unkind

 

My canteen’s dry and empty

My throat too parched to talk

My horse died five miles back

The rest I had to walk

If I could manage some spit

I’d whistle a dead man’s tune

Just a little ditty

I heard in some saloon

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

My funeral march had started

When I entered Bull’s Head Saloon

Sellin’ whisky and men’s souls

For that there’s plenty of room

Where life and death can be decided

By the cards in your hand

Or whom you choose to smile at

In such a hostile land

 

Now I ain’t never been no saint

But I’m not so rightly bad

I was sorta somewhere between

Except when you got me mad

A man can have a temper

It helps him to be brave

But should he go and loose it

And it’s a short trip to the grave

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

I met a young belle called Bess

Her smile was kinda nice

She kindly bought me a drink

She knew it was my vice

We spent an hour talking

Of life and love and such

I admit my heart was taken

By her gentle touch

 

Bess was a kindly soul

Charity predominated in her life

If I was the settlin’ down type

This girl would make my wife

I would be movin’ on

But my heart for did she claim

And if I should die tomorrow

I would gently breathe her name

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

I sat in on a game

With my Bessie by my side

I felt like a new groom

Showin’ off to all his bride

Three men sat at that table

A captain and his man

But the way he eyed my Bess

I knew he had a plan

 

He dealt the hand accordingly

And I drew aces and eights

It was a Dead Man’s Hand

It was cast upon the Fates

An un-gentlemanly remark

To put me off my game

But the Lady’s honour was mine

So I stood up and took aim

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

He slumped back in is chair

With a look of such surprise

That dumb quizzical face

With no life left in it’s eyes

Three men drew on me

All ready to attack

But I retreated no further

Than the air right at my back

 

Three shots called a crowd

Into the dusty street

My life was now a race

The devil I had to beat

I said good bye to Bess

My future and my life

I was now a wanted man

Running for his life

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

The posse caught up with me

But too late to run me down

I was holed up in Dead Man’s Gorge

Dug deep beneath the ground

Three days slowly dying

And nothing left to drink

My lips too parched to whistle

My eye to dry to wink

 

It’s time to make my peace

As I lay me down to bed

The next time I awake

I will be sure and truly dead

My one and only wish

Is that death don’t come too soon

Just gimme some time and spit

To whistle a dead man’s tune

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

Lyrics written by Jamie Owen McPherson 2nd August, 2013

Copyright © 2013 Jamie McPherson

Song Lyrics – Just a Simple Cowboy

Posted in 12 string guitar, Alternative Country, Chicken Ranch, cowboy, ghost, guitar, hunter, Jamie McPherson, La Grange, Louisiana, lyrics, Mississippi, Music, New Orleans, Songwriting, vampire with tags , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2013 by Jamie McPherson

Hi folks,

Here are the lyrics to my latest song “Just a Simple Cowboy” that I wrote a couple of weeks ago, that I had the pleasure of giving a Fringe debut. After the lyrics, there is a simple explanation of the song. I hope you enjoy –

Just a Simple Cowboy

 

I was born in Louisiana

In the land of the Choupiqui

The Captain, his wife

And a troubled boy called “me”

 

In the Crescent City

Walks the souls like you and me

Whom death they tried to cheat

But it’s never meant to be

 

The Captain taught me how to kill

A hundred miles from the coast

He was a simple sailor killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

The Captain got too slow one night

And copped one in the neck

So I headed on out West

To get away from all this heck

 

I got me a horse and rope

Joined the cowboys on the range

But peace didn’t last long

Camping out beyond La Grange

 

Injun Joe came back to life

And killed us all, almost

He didn’t figure on a cowboy killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

Seven years on the land

Huntin’ vampires down

Killing thirty out on the trail

And a hundred in your town

 

If my blood looks good to you

And you want to grab a bite

You’ll answer to my Winchester

Cause I have you in my sights

 

If you die and walk the streets again

Then your ass is toast

Cause I’m a simple cowboy killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

I went on to the Chicken Ranch

To get myself a gal

I called in to the lobby and

Down came Miss Bell

 

“I heard of a dark-haired beauty

Her name is Raven Knight”

She came on up to my room

And blew out the light

 

I tore her skirts in two

And tied her to the posts

“I don’t mean no disrespect mam

Are you a vampire or a ghost?”

 

When I draw too slow

They’ll suck my cold blood dry

It’s the fate of the hunter

To wither and to die

 

Point that stake right at my heart

And pound that bad boy down

Say a prayer and bury me deep

Deep beneath the ground

 

I’ll stand in judgement for my crime

Before the Heavenly Host

He’ll ask what deeds shame a man like me

What scares me the most

 

I’ll tell him I’m not perfect

And I’m not a man to boast

I was just a simple cowboy killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

Words and Music © Copyright 2013 Jamie McPherson

Written 26 February 2013

 

This song, of all things, was inspired by a video game on my phone. Welcome to the 21st Century! With my upcoming Fringe show entitled ‘Life, Love and the Death of a Cowboy’, I thought it was time to write another song. One in which the hero dies. I couldn’t think of a better subject than a simple cowboy hunting and killing vampires and ghosts. My cross genre song 🙂

A bit like my other songs, geography plays a big role. To me, if you can set a geographical location, the song is half written. It gives a sense of place and time. We are all very visually orientated, so it makes it easier for the listener to picture the song in their head if they can relate to the places it is coming from. And, I also love the journey from one place to another. It sits in well with the characters journey. A journey of place, a journey of life.

The places I used in this song are all real. Louisiana, New Orleans and La Grange. The Crescent City is another nickname for New Orleans. I wanted the story to start down South and move West (“Go West young man!”). The Choupiqui are the Native American tribe of that area. And, being on the Mississippi, I thought his father would have to be a riverboat captain. A simple sailor living a hundred miles from the coast. The Chicken Ranch was an actual brothel just outside of La Grange. And of course there is your town. This is yours and for your imagination only 🙂

So, this young man is trained by his father to kill vampires and ghosts, but then his death prompts him to try to escape this violent world. Only to discover that there is an unatural violence everywhere, and only he is equipped to deal with it.

Of course the story ends with the death of the hunter. It’s the old saying of “he who lives by the sword, shall die by the sword”. The reality of a violent world is that the good guy will eventually die. And of course, death is not the final word. One must answer for ones life and actions.

So, I hope you enjoy my lyrics to Just a Simple Cowboy. It was fun playing it live and I look forward to recording it one day when my studio is up and running again. In the meantime, if you want to see the chords for the song, they are on my website at www.jamiemcpherson.com.au

Beannachd leat,

Jamie

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