If I Were the Man You Wanted

They all sat around in a circle
They were laughing and all telling lies
Then the tall one he bumped it a dollar
He said “Boys, I’ve got nothing to hide.”
If the King and the Queen stood together
Then the Ace he would not be to blame
And if the cards were all laid on the table
Then love could be more than a game

And if the stars didn’t shine on the water
Then the sun wouldn’t burn on the sand
And if I were the man she wanted
I would not be the man that I am

Now I have seen my share of long nights
And I have told my share of lies
And I have run into the darkness
When I saw the look in your eyes
But if the night didn’t lie in the darkness
Then the daylight would be hard to find
And if the truth didn’t turn to a weakness
I would never have spoken my mind

And if the stars didn’t shine on the water
Then the sun wouldn’t burn on the sand
And if I were the man you wanted
I would not be the man that I am

So if you’re going out to California
Then don’t linger in New Mexico
And if you think of the one there behind you
Then you might not feel so alone

And if the stars didn’t shine on the water
Then the sun wouldn’t burn on the sand
And if I were the man you wanted
I would not be the man that I am

Farther Down the Line

Let’s have a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
And hope we see him up in Fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line
This time he sure drew a bad one
One that nobody could ride
But by the way he pulled his hat on
You knew he’d be there for the fight

And it’s the classic contradiction
The unavoidable affliction
It don’t take much to predict, son
The way it always goes
Because one day she’ll say she loves you
And the next she’ll be tired of you
And push’ll always come to shove you
On that midnight rodeo

He almost made it to the buzzer
Somehow he gave up in the end
He put one hand around the other
And let that pick-up man on in
It was his last chance to ride it
Now he’ll have to move along
But he knows back in his mind that
He won’t be away for long

And it’s the classic contradiction
The unavoidable affliction
It don’t take much to predict, son
The way it always goes
Because one day she’ll say she loves you
And the next she’ll be tired of you
And push’ll always come to shove you
On that midnight rodeo

So let’s have a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
And hope we see him up in Fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line