Cowboyhatt - Odd Nordstoga

Ditt hovud det manglar ein cowboyhatt

Det ligg der og drøymer kvar einaste natt Om livet i brennande præriesol

Eit liv der du ikkje treng heim til jol

Du rir slik in krusar i Cadillac;

Med mysande augo og kroppen slakk

Og kjem der ein slange så sei' du holdt!

Så skyt du han daud med ein sylvblank Colt

I ein draum i ein natt, og månen skin og kaffien er fin og svart

Det er natt under ein hatt, ein rett og sagt jæskla tøffe Cowboyhatt

Ditt liv har meining forutan mål

Du hopper av hesten og gjær opp eit bål

Du har ingen evalueringstrang når sola går ned bak ein svart mustang

Og så kjem du fram til ein by i sør

Der truleg Clint Eastwood har vore før

Der sjela blir kvesta og kroppen sett fri

Men for deg gjer det lite at det er slik det blir

I ein draum…

Og full det er du støtt, for moralen er 'kje født

Så alt du tenkjer om alt det som blenkjer;

det er slikt ein fær

Alt du treng er litt begjær og eit jentefang

Ein blank mustang tek deg snart ut på farten

Og hesten, ja, hesten heiter Svarten

Men vaknar, det gjer du.

Og der ligg ho som spør:

«Hott i kloden va’det du drøymde no?»

Du svarar du har hatt deg ein opplevingstur bort ditt som cowboyar og

indianarar bur

I ein draum

Your head is missing a cowboy hat

It lies there and dreams every single night About life in the burning prairie sun

A life where you do not need home for Christmas

You ride like that in mugs in Cadillac;

With squeaky eyes and body slack

And if a snake comes there, say 'you held!

Then you shoot him dead with a silvery Colt

In a dream for one night, and the moon shines and the coffee is nice and black

It's night under a hat, a damn cool Cowboy hat

Your life has meaning without goals

You jump off the horse and make a fire

You have no need for evaluation when the sun goes down behind a black mustang

And then you come to a city in the south

There truleg Clint Eastwood has ours before

Where the soul is wounded and the body is set free

But for you, it does not matter that it is the way it is

In a dream…

And drunk you are offended, for morality is not born

So everything you think about all that glitters;

it's such a sheep

All you need is a little desire and a girl catch

A shiny mustang will get you on the go soon

And the horse, yes, the horse is called Svarten

But wake up, you do.

And there she is, asking:

"Hot in the globe, what were you dreaming now?"

You answer you have had an experience trip away yours as a cowboy and

Indians bur

In a dream