There's a long line of freedom, passed down in my name Like rum and rye whiskey, it runs through my veins The wayfaring soles of the sage and the sea, The cowboys, sailors and me Well no jail, and no woman, can hold me for long They'll wake in the morning and I'll be gone Some things in this world are meant to be free Like cowboys, sailors and me Yeah but I ran off with a circus, chasing my insanity There's ports and harbors and oceans, that I've never seen Ah, but I'm out here doing what I love So tonight, when you're down on your knees, Would you say a prayer, For cowboys and sailors and sad guitar players like me This path that I've chosen, it never seems to end And I know this highway, like the back of my hand So I trade my living, for these songs that I sing, 'Bout cowboys and sailors and me Yeah but I ran off with a circus, I'm free as a lone tumbleweed And there's places, and wide open spaces, that I've never seen Oh, but I'm out here doing what I love So tonight, when you're down on your knees, Would you say a prayer for cowboys and Sailors and sad guitar players like me 'Cause I make my living, singing songs about women And cowboys, and sailors ... and me