Gary Fjellgaard Song Lyrics > Contenders

I could have been a sailor, I've always loved the sea,
An endless fascination, to folks like you and me,
But I am just a dreamer, through fate or circumstance,
A vagabound of sorts, following my heart,
And I do the best I can

I could have been a cowboy, I love the cowboy ways,
Solitude and freedom, out there on the range,
But I am just a drifter, on some elusive quest,
A brother vagabond, that's what I've become,
And I do my very best.

CHORUS. We are still contenders, a pair of happy enders,
That's what we're all about, don't ever count us out,
We're somewhere in the picture.
We are true believers, not tricksters of deceivers,
What you see is what you get, it ain't over yet,
We are still contenders, still contenders.

It's almost been a lifetime, out here on the run,
Minstrels of the white line, sticking to our guns,
A song can last forever, some just come and go,
We'll be like the Rolling Stones, rattling our bones,
hauling down the road.

CHORUS. We are still contenders, a pair of happy enders,
That's what we're all about, don't ever count us out,
We're somewhere in the picture.
We are true believers, not tricksters of deceivers,
What you see is what you get, it ain't over yet.
We are still contenders,
What you see is what you get, it ain't over yet
We are still contenders, still contenders.

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Writer Gary Fjellgaard