Still Searchin'

With An Ol’ Blue Cowdog At My Feet,
Worn Out Chevy In The Street,
I Walked Into The Only Feed Store
In This One Horse Town.
It’s Boards Were Grey & Weather Worn
Like The Used Up Cowboys In The Store-
Talkin’ ‘Bout The Dreams That They’d Out-lived Long Ago.

Chorus 1
I Don’t Care A Lick For Their Opinions I’m Just Passin’ Through Here
On My Way To Somewhere Else,
Just Searchin’ For A Place I Can Be Free.

I Walked Right To The Saddle There,
Took It From The Post With Care,
Threw A Hundred Dollars
At The Counter On The Way.
I’d Told Them I’d Be Back Today,
Not To Give My Rig Away
I’d Be Ridin’ For Another Outfit Right Away.

Repeat Chorus 1

I Turned And Saw Him Standin’ There-
Worn Out Boots And Shaggy Hair,
And The Message That He Gave Me,
Lord, It Burned Into My Soul.
He Said, “Don’t Give Up On The Life
There Are Damn Few Of Us Left To Fight.
Freedom Is It’s Own Reward,
But You’re Gonna Pay The Price.

Chorus 2
“Don’t You Care A Lick For Their Opinions
It Don’t Matter Any What They Think Of You.
Just Keep Passin’ Through Here
On Your Way To Somewhere Else,
Searchin’ For A Place You Can Be Free.”

Repeat Chorus 1

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