Song
Cowboy Passing
Cowboy Passing” is a tender acoustic Americana/bluegrass ballad about generational faith on a ranch. Morning breaks across the ridge “like a promise kept” over land where Granddad’s coffee steam and saddle leather still linger. Daddy taught the singer to read a fence line and a sky, and that a handshake still means something when the cattle buyers lie — and though they “don’t talk a lot of heaven when the work is in the way,” he learned it in the quiet of a Sunday after hay. The chorus watches the cowboys passing on, one by one, down the same old dusty run — “Boots and Bibles, blood and name” — what they loved handed down till the last gate swings around and “Heaven’s pasture takes us home.” Verse three closes the circle: the singer sees his own boy already standing in his place, same old hat a size too big, same look on his face.
"For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come."
A song for the road you're on.
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Cowboy Passing Dirt Road Gospel Music DirtRoadGospelMusic.com [Verse 1] Morning breaks across the ridge like a promise kept Coffee steam and saddle leather, same as Granddad left Mama's laugh comes through the screen, biscuits on the stove Kids already in the yard where the yellow sunlight goes [Verse 2] Daddy taught me how to read a fence line and a sky How a handshake still means something when the cattle buyers lie We don't talk a lot of heaven when the work is in the way But I learned it in the quiet of a Sunday after hay [Chorus] Cowboys passing, one by one Down the same old dusty run Boots and Bibles, blood and name Sunshine on the pasture land What they loved they handed down Till the last gate swings around When this trail gets thin and long Heaven's pasture takes us home Cowboys passing on [Verse 3] Noon sits heavy on the grass, gold as melted light Horses nose the water trough, shadows running right I can see my boy already standing in my place Same old hat a size too big, same look on his face [Chorus] Cowboys passing, one by one Down the same old dusty run Boots and Bibles, blood and name Sunshine on the pasture land What they loved they handed down Till the last gate swings around When this trail gets thin and long Heaven's pasture takes us home Cowboys passing on