The Kind

(Steve Earle) Tell me a story 'bout a fella with a crazy dream Everybody tells him that it won't amount to anything He fires the shot heard around the world He wins the prize and he gets the girl That's the kind of story I like – the kind that makes you think Sing me a song about a cowboy with an achin' heart Ridin' along the lonesome prairie 'bout to fall apart Every time those doggies moan He doesn't feel so all alone That's the kind of song that I like – the kind that breaks your heart Paint me a picture of a girl with a secret smile Lookin' back at ya 'cross the years through ancient eyes You're standin' there like an open door 'Cause she's seen it all before That's the kind of picture I like – the kind that makes you sigh