Lyrics Bronco Bill's Lament - Don McLean

Bronco Bill's Lament

I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be
But a cowboy’s life was the only life for me
It’s a strong man’s occupation: ridin' herd and livin' free
But strong men often fail
Where shrewd men can prevail
I’m an old man now with nothin' left to say
But oh god how I worked my youth away
Well, you may not recognise my face, I used to be a star
A cowboy hero known both near and far
I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar
But the studio, of course, owned my saddle and my horse
But that sixgun on the wall belongs to me
Oh god I can’t live a memory
You know I’d like to put my finger on that trigger once again
And point that gun at all the prideful men
All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen
And put you where they choose with the language that they use
And enslave you 'til you work your youth away
Oh god how I worked my youth away
Whoopie ty yi oh
Whoopie ty yi ay
One man’s work is another man’s play
Oh god how I worked my youth away
You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fightin' crime
This photograph was taken in my prime
I could beat those desperados but there’s no sense fightin' time
But the singin' was a ball, 'cause I’m not musical at all
I moved my lips to someone else’s voice
I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be
But a cowboy’s life was the only life for me
It’s a strong man’s occupation: ridin' herd and livin' free
But strong men often fail
Where shrewd men can prevail
I’m an old man now with nothin' left to say
But oh god how I worked my youth away