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Cowboys And Indians

Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Jim Mayer

He played blackbird on a blue guitar
Said he was from Zanzibar
Catching trains that had no name
He sold adventure for cheap champagne
The crowds would gather just to hear him play
Songs from strange and troubled days
Silver arrows shoot the yellow moon
Oh time has been for Cowboys and Indians

I tagged along just for the ride
To see if he could really touch the sky
We lived the life in some grand cafe
And rolled the dice on a star’s crusade
He was the poet of the peoples dreams
He made them laugh he made them scream
Wooden tee pees carved on bar room walls
But time has been for Cowboys and Indians

We need a Robin Hood
But I don’t think he understood
That the rules of gravity apply

They proclaimed him the king of song
Thought that he could do no wrong
You’re a star boy it’s in your name
He told me “don’t want to play that game”
Some angry people took some desperate means
Shot the poet of the people’s dreams
Cowboys tumble in a free for all
Time has been for Cowboys and Indians