Gypsy Cowboy
(Schmidt)

They are riding lonely deserts where the sun never fades away, 
where dried our throats cry out for water where sandy roads wind up endlessly.

In dark deep canyons off the prairie a city eye has never seen,
they are searching for the answers, they are dreaming forgotten dreams.

And they're riding dusty highways far above the desert trail, 
they are searching for tomorrow and their dreams,

They are dreaming of a future in some unknown golden land,
all their hope will be scattered in the sand.

Maybe tomorrow new hope is coming, maybe tomorrow another dream, 
maybe tomorrow another chance again.

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