BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC

I wish I were a drifter
Flipping a nickel or a dime
Heads I go to Tennessee
Tails I buy some wine
I'd sleep out in the tall grass
Down beside the tracks
My eyes upon the night sky
And my head upon my pack
I wish I were a drifter

I wish I were a gambler
With a big ol' watch and chain
I'd go down to Reno
I'd find me a game
I'd only keep the company
Of jokers, kings and queens
A fat cigar between my teeth
And an ace's up my sleeve
I wish I were a gambler

Or I wish I were a cowboy
On an aimless horse I'd ride
Across the flat deserted plain
Until the moon took to the sky
I'd build a fire and rest awhile
And roll me a cigarette
And strum away some lonesome tune
Until sleep filled up my head
I wish I were a cowboy

Instead I'm just a simple man
A lonesome guitar fool
Trying to write this little song
At a quarter after two
Wishing I had gold and silver
And a big ol' watch and chain
Cause I'd trade them all for words so fine
They could bring you on home to me.
Lord, I wish you'd come on home to me