BRIDLED, BROKE AND BRANDED
George Smith - (c) 2004 


Verse 1:
His jeans were old and faded,
His boots were scuffed and worn;
His hat was weatherbeaten,
His shirts were frayed and torn.

Now his pants are creased and khaki;
His shoes are shined and new;
His hat brim's crisp and razor sharp,
His shirts are Oxford blue.

Chorus 1:
Yeah, he's been bridled, broke and branded;
She did it single handed,
It seems that bucking bronco's been corralled.
His old truck's a brand new Rover,
I guess his ranging days're over;
But that cappuccino cowboy's still my pal.

Verse 2:
He drank is coffee black,
His steaks were always rare;
Fishing was his passion,
And there was silver in his hair.

Now he takes a double latte,
Chooses chicken from the grille;
Has box seats at the symphony,
And solves his problem with a pill.

Chorus 2:
Yeah, he's been bridled, broke and branded;
She did it single handed,
It seems that bucking bronco's been corralled.
His old cabin in the woods,
Looks like it's gone for good;
But that cappuccino cowboy's still my pal.

Bridge / Verse 3:
Sometimes I see the mustang,
Rear up behind his eyes,
And that old hoss from long ago,
Peer out from his disguise.
Though he may dream of running free,
He won't jump the fence;
'Cause he may have lost his wild ways,
But he ain't lost his sense...

Chorus 3:
But, he's been bridled, broke and branded;
She did it single handed,
It seems that bucking bronco's been corralled.
The only thing I fear,
Is that next he'll give up beer;
But that cappuccino cowboy's still my pal.

Yeah, that cappuccino cowboy's still my pal...