Garnet Rogers - Last Of The Working Stetson lyrics

Charlie drove his cattle north this year, And left them there to graze And he turned his pony's head to home To wait for better days. Too long since there's been decent rain The hills are brown and dry. And his hopes have turned to dust here In the valley. Charlie drives himself too hard these days: There's too much for him to do. The ranch it won't support but one. He does the work of two. And city lights repel and beckon him At the closing of the day When the night sky folds her wings Over the valley. And the nights drag by like they'll never end. Dusty days are all the same And his anger swells like a tightened fist. But there's no one here to blame. Except his stubborn heart that holds him here To watch the sky in vain for the rain That never falls here In the valley. Charlie drives his truck to town today To find something else to do His new clothes don't fit him half as well As his old clothes used to do. And a cowboy's hat draws laughter here And he removed it in his shame, And left it lying by a doorway, In an alley. And the nights drag by like they'll never end Dusty days are all the same, And his anger swells like a tightened fist But there's no one here to blame, Except his lonesome heart That nags at him to leave these city ways, And pack it up and head back west Toward the valley. So here's our lonesome drunken cowboy On unsteady tangled feet. He's leaning on a window Of a store on Second Street. And he drives a fist through his reflection And pa**es out on the front seat Of his pick-up truck and dreams about His valley. So now he parks his truck on a windy hill By a dry and empty field. The mountains rise above his bandaged hands As he grips the steering wheel Well, who knows? the rain just might arrive this year But for good or ill, he's home. He lets the clutch out And he drifts down To his valley.