By, Max Stalling 
From the CD, Comfort in the Curves 
 
Here is a song by a great Texas singer-songwriter, Max Stalling.  
The song is recorded mostly with acoustic guitar and harmonica; It's played  
with a slow shuffle beat. I'm not too sure how easy it would be to find the  
CD outside of the  
Dallas area, but if you could, it's well worth listining too....  
 
 
D                                  Em7
Well, there he sits huddled by his fire 
             G                        D
Dreaming his dreams that he's dreamed before 
                                          Em7
Just watching those sparks drifting up to heaven 
                 G                     D
And watching his hopes drift away like smoke 
                                         Em7
Just look at those sparks drifting up to heaven 
          G               D
Seeking a place among the stars 
                             Em7
Do you think sparks dream of being stars 
            G                        D
And if they do, do they know they're fools 
Em7                                        D
He drifted to town some years ago with the first fall snow 
Em7                                                 D
He spoke of the circuit and all the bulls that he?d rode 
        G                 
But the bulls had outdone him and all he'd wound up with  
     D                           Em7
Were broke bones and handfuls of dirt 
             G                                            D
And if you'd had his dreams you'd know how that must have hurt 
D                                   Em7
So just let him be a broke down old cowboy 
             G                      D
Just let him dream his worn out old dreams 
                                     Em7
He's tall in his tales where he was  quicker than most 
               G                                        D
And if you had know him then you'd know he's not one to boast 
Em7                                   D
Just look how he walks when he sees a lady 
Em7                                       D
Straightens right up, tips a hat to those near 
G
And look at the kids. ten steps behind him 
           D                    Em7
Whispering things they think he can't hear 
                  G                                      D
But if you could  see his eyes you'd know he damned well hears 
D                                   Em7
So just let him be a broke down old cowboy 
             G                      D
Just let him dream his worn out old dreams 
                        Em7
He's long in the tooth; he's bent frail and fragile 
               G                                           D
But if you had know him then you'd know he might speak the truth 
Em7                                     D
We?ve all have our dreams that we carry around 
Em7                                   D
Some dreams go with us right into the ground 
G  
Sparks turns to ashes; cowboys meet their matches 
        D                   Em7
And the quickest they don't always win 
    G                                                       D
But dreaming's your first step and one steps where journeys begin 
D                                Em7
So just let us be broke down old cowboys 
            G                      D
Just let us dream our worn out old dreams 
                        Em7       
We're tall in our tales where we were so damned much quicker than most 
               G
And if you had know us then you'd know we're not the type of people who 
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boast?  
 
There you have it, friends. Hope ya'll enjoy!