It’s time I trade my cowboy boots for a fishing pole in my hand

I wrote this song about trading in for a new life..

Been chasin’ longhorn cattle, from sunrise ‘til the dark

Heard the coyotes howlin’, and left my lonely mark

The desert wind was a constant friend, but a lonesome one, I’d say

But the taste of salt on the evening air, washed all that dust away

Traded in my spurs and saddle, for a well-worn, easy chair

Got the window rolled down in my old truck, with a new life to prepare