Bo Armstrong - Chasing Ballads

I used to run around the kitchen in a cape
With a wooden spoon I'd fight of all the bad guys who stood in my way
Yeah, I saved the day
Our backyard was one small step from the moon
The swing set was a rocket ship, and I was a little barefoot space tycoon
Every afternoon

But I was told that I would never be a cowboy
That there wasn't a range for me to ride
They said life ain't make believe, so grow up now boy
To make a living you'll put that all aside
But you can bet that you'll still find me with the mustangs and the mavericks
Out there blazing trails, spinning tales, and chasing ballads

Riding up I-35 to Wichita
Chasing down the kind of magic that I've only ever found in a song
And I ain't heard them all

But I was told that I would never be a cowboy
That there wasn't a range for me to ride
They said life ain't make believe, so grow up now boy
To make a living you'll put that all aside
But you can bet that you'll still find me with the mustangs and the mavericks
Out there blazing trails, spinning tales, and chasing ballads

My lips pressed to a microphone in some old roadhouse bar
Out here riding fences trying to mend a broken heart

I was told that I would never be a cowboy
That there wasn't a range for me to ride
They said life ain't make believe, so grow up now boy
To make a living you put that all aside
But you can bet that you'll still find me with the mustangs and the mavericks
Out there blazing trails, spinning tales, and chasing ballads

Written by:
Aaron Clafton, Bo Armstrong, Joybeth Taylor

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