Story Behind The Song

Bought myself a Banjo and wanted to use it!

Lyrics

Weekend Cowboys © Earl.C.Webb

They were a bunch of weekend cowboys
All heading for the hills
Leaving wives and kids and office jobs
In search of newfound thrills

With their Pickup trucks for horses
Stacked out with all the gear
Coolly bags stuffed real full
With sausages and beer

And they'll leave the daily routine far behind
The mundane life is out of sight, and firmly out of mind

''Sweetheart of the rodeo''
Playing on the radio
And grown men doing doe se doe
Around the old camp fire
The weekend cowboys, they're weekend cowboys.

The Barbeque is gas fired
And their guns are only toys
Their hats were bought in a Wal-Mart store
But they're still the good old boys

And they talk of things they've only seen
On movies and TV
But the mortgage and the picket fence
Is the cold reality

When they get home, there'll be bills all stacked up high
But tonite they're watching shooting stars underneath the sky








''Sweetheart of the rodeo''
Playing on the radio
And grown men doing doe se doe
Around the old camp fire
Underneath a quarter moon
Bobby's guitar strums the tune
But Monday comes around too soon
Cause it's never long enough for weekend cowboys

Solo

The fire's out, the beer's been drunk
And the stories all but done
The Mexicans and the Alamo
And how the West was won

The battle of little big horn
And did Custer get out alive?
It's the weekend cowboys' great escape
From the daily nine to five

Now its Sunday nite, and they're packing away their guns
But in a couple of months, they'll saddle on up, and rid into the sun

Chorus