Cowboy

He was my whiskey
and I was only 17
He taught me how to
ride

he taught me how
to sing
I never got to kiss him
but the longing was so sweet

Him and I
in the summer heat
but he belonged to
another
it it simply wasn't right

but how fondly I remember
the heat of summer
siting in the pasture
writing country songs

he taught me to be tough
taught me not to cry
he taught me to cowgirl up
he taught that boys lie

I still hear from my cowboy
every now and then
and though I'll never call him
lover
I'll always call him friend