One of the most amazing gifts I've ever received. Thanks, Chris.
It may sound weird to you but that's the only explaination for the strong sense of Deja Vu I felt for Texas the first time I heard of it.
Too late now, but If I could, I would rather choose to born the opposite gender. Then I'd buy me two silver spurs and a lot of turquilla, some worn out Levis and a cowboy hat. Sooner or later I'd leave everything behind, together me and my pony we ride away.
All along the years I've been kept being told that Texas is a crap place to live. I don't know. But my thirst for being a cowboy is far beyond a confortable life.
"There's something that a cowboy knows that makes him ride the land.
A choice he makes that only he and God can understand.
He knows that everyday he lives could be his very last.
So he lives while he can, hard and good and fast.
What a cowboy knows, you gotta be a cowboy to know.
What a cowboy knows, you gotta be a cowboy to know..."
While fellows they around me keep talking about the latest fashion, mobilephones and fansy dresses, who ever comes near to hear the clops of a pony that echo in my heart?
It's true, maybe I'll never be able to put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream. But I'll never, never stop dreaming of that bigger piece of sky.