Gary Fjellgaard Song Lyrics > Contenders

There is no place I would rather, than here in your fine company,
My old flat top guitar and me, and a song to catch your fancy.

We will sing of life, we will sing of love, the silver moon and the stars above,
Where a cowboy song goes hand in glove, with a world of make believing.

And we'll spin our stories, tell our tales,
When the night wind cries, the night wind wails,
(We'll) ride out on that lonesome trail,
Like some heart-broken hero.

A coyote to a prairie moon, a lover says I'll be home soon,
In a Rocky Mountain cowboy tune, or a wild imagination.

We will our hearts upon our sleeve, right out there for all to see,
And by and by we will take our leave, and hope we'll be back someday.

And we'll spin our stories, tell our tales,
When the night wind cries, the night wind wails,
(We'll) ride out on that lonesome trail,
Like some heart-broken hero.

Well it seems like we just say hello, and we're on the move we're on the go,
Like an old time travelling minstrel show, we look for new horizons.

And we'll spin our stories, tell our tales,
When the night wind cries, the night wind wails,
We'll ride out on that lonesome trail,
Like some heart-broken hero.

Writer Gary Fjellgaard