This is about the "Lonestar cowboy". The last of the traditional dying breed of cowboys in the state of Texas.
Phil Bowen on: 12 string acoustic guitar, Fender strat, steel guitar ,  keyboards and vocals. 
Engineered, mixed and produced- Phil Bowen  
Lyrics
Every little turn
takes you on a different road.
Every little turn 
takes you where the cowboys rode.

Every single road
leads you to a different place.
Every single road
is like an obstacle race. 

They call him the Lonestar cowboy
out in the sun and rain.
They call him the Lonestar cowboy.
It’s all, yeh its all, in his name. 

Every little turn
you can see him in the corner of your eye
Every little turn 
there’s a backdrop of a Texan sky. 

Rising with the morning sun
he brushes down the dust and grit.
He feels the sweat on his brow,
you can see he’s not counterfeit. 

They call him the Lonestar cowboy out in the sun and rain.
They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, in his name. 
They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, in his name. 
They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, yeh its all, in his name.

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Lonestar cowboy

Lonestar Cowboy

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Who Needs Your Love

"It is a pleasure to propose listening to this new song, a personal, warm and elegant, interpretation (in lyrics and voice) of Winkandwoo, on one of my instrumental pieces, hope you like it..."
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Lyrics:
Old Empty Room

In this old town
When snow comes down
There's not much chance of it laying
The roads go brown
In this dirty town
And stops the kids from playing

The old empty room
Down the hall
Is like December
A Winter so bare
Like the room
'Cause you're not there

The walls are so cold
Like your heart
As I remember
A small chink of light
From the blinds
We used to share

The echoes of
Your laughter now
Brings teardrops to my eye
The memory of
Faded joy
Like dusty air in sunlight

The old empty room
Down the hall
Is like December
A Winter so bare
Like the room
'Cause you're not there

The walls are so cold
Like your heart
As I remember
A small chink of light
From the blinds
We used to share

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