Chasing Dreams

He had holes in his socks and patches on his jeans
A few bucks in his pocket, just didn’t care it seems
A Bull Durham sack hanging from his pocket
Had pawned his guitar and his wife’s gold locket.

No reason to leave Sally Jo, he loved her it seems
Just an old cowboy chasing his dreams
He whistled as he walked, old dog Bay trottin’ at his side
Not wanting to hitch any kind of ride.

Just looking at nature, sleeping with critters along the way
Sometimes he found an old barn filled with hay
Sally Jo went to town, replacing the salt pork and beans
She knew that he would always be chasing his dreams.

After a few days, he was lonesome as could be
It was Sally Jo, he was craving to see
He headed back home, old Bay at his side
In his heart he knew, Sally Jo was his pride.

He opened the door, she was sittin’ in her chair
His guitar in the corner, the locket was there
With a hoop and a holler and a little dance it seems
She knew he would always be chasing his dreams.