Back home I hear
The rains have failed this year
Mountains on fire
The situation’s dire
[Amount] with all the grey skies
And still don’t recognize what they call summer
I’m loving the rain
But everyone here thinks it’s a bummer
Cowboy boots on cobble stones
Walk around alone like I own the sound
Cowboy boots on cobble stones
I guess it’s true what they say
[ ] really look that way
So much so that I married one
Now I sit here like a desert son
Bread is good and so is the beer
If I’m still missing you can fill my [ ]
Here
Cowboy boots on cobble stone
Walk around alone like I own the sound
Cowboy boots on cobble stone
No matter how much I miss the copper [state]
[ ] and [ ] ain’t no [ ]
I’m doing good work here at any rate
I’m a satiated ex-patriot
Cowboy boots on cobble stone
Walk around alone like I own the sound
Cowboy boots on cobble stone
Cowboy boots on cobble stone