The Mystic Cowboys are always led by the tunesmith, Daniel Johan Johnson (The original Mystic Cowboy). The music genre is Dakota Folk Blues. If you enjoy Neil, Willie, Johnny, John, Roger, Alan, Merle, Jerry Jeff or Tom you'll probably enjoy the musical stylings of the Mystic Cowboys. The albums are stories of perspectives in various chunks of time.Following are the lyrics for each song in this album.**Hear the Sky Hear the sky talking thunderSee the water from down underDrink the air like warm brandyEat the future like cotton candy Treat the trees like your brothersLoan your wings to many othersSometimes submit give up your controlRemember lightening runs our souls Hear the music in your silenceDiscover weakness in your violenceExamine everything with closed eyesAnd know the truth may sometimes appear as liesHear the sky talking thunder**Moody Sky Going down a gravel road scaring up the roostersOoo ooo love to watch them flyRain fighting with the rainbowRed light at the riverOoo under a moody skyOoo under a moody sky Like a woman crying for mamaCause her man is gone and restlessOoo ooo it's a mournful cry Time don't stop for nothingCoyotes watch it allOoo under a moody skyOoo under a moody sky I'm a child of windstormsI drink the rainOoo ooo let it cry When they flood this river they bury the townsOoo under a moody skyUnder a moody sky Going down a gravel road scaring up them roostersOoo ooo I love to watch them flyOoo under a moody skyOoo under a moody sky**Sweet Kiss Gimme that sweet kissThat I'm gonna missThat's wet and warmLike a log cabin in a snowstorm Let's have some red wineTake our sweet timeLet the fires steam this placeFeel it red hot on your face We don't have foreverBut I will neverForget the light In your eyes tonight Gimme that sweet kissThat I'm gonna missThat's wet and warmLike a log cabin in a snowstorm Gimme that sweet kissThat I'm gonna missGimme that sweet kissThat I'm gonna miss**Keep Your Soul Strong Count all the baby curls and the white snowflakesHave a small puppy, do whatever it takesTaste it like ice cream or smell it like the rainHold it so tightly you cry out in painWhatever you do, live life hardPlay like you’ll always draw the winning cardLove long and never quitKeep your soul strong, that’s most all of itDon’t settle for walking if you want to runStand up to a bully if it needs to be doneRemember the fallen and play hard for your teamsClimb all your mountains and echo all your dreamsWhatever you do, live life hardPlay like you’ll always draw a winning cardLove long and never quitKeep your soul strong, that’s most all of itKeep your soul strong, that’s most all of it **He Rode With Me Why do you reckon we are the way we are?Next thing I knew a deer ran in front of usWe was headed straight to ditch in that speeding car He rode with meHe rode with meFrank rode with meHe rode with meHe rode with meFrank rode with me He had a way of livin' like each day of life might be his lastWhen you're movin' like that you're young don't even know you're runnin' fast He rode with meHe rode with meFrank rode with meHe rode with meHe rode with meFrank rode with me Now I've picked up the paper and black and white says he's moved onI imagine a night of pitch-black darkness him cussin' the approachin' dawnBut I remember ridin' into Deadwood sun coming up on the dayNow when the Lord comes callin' for me you know I just want Him to say He rode with meHe rode with meDan rode with meHe rode with meHe rode with meDan rode with meHe rode with meHe rode with meDan rode with me**Wing and a Prayer There's frost on the windowpanesSnow blowin' under the doorIt's the second week in AprilShouldn't be winter anymoreMy little bro's talkin' desperateLike he's gonna take out a bankI understand where he's comin' fromFour-dollar fuel in his tank We're tryin' to fly around hereOn a wing and prayer My sweetheart is limpin'Oh she's got a bad wheelGot to go to six different appointmentsIt's a medical referral dealGot two kids in collegeThank God they're both toughLike to give them some spending moneyBut around here there just ain't enough On a wing and a prayerWe're just tryin' to fly around hereOn a wing and a prayer**Black Limousine I had a little breakdownI tossed the blues aroundI should have left this townA long time agoLike train-flattened pennyHell I was one of manyIt quit being funny A long time ago Last night I fell out of a dreamWell I was ridin' in a big black limousineI can't tell you now how good I feelWell Jesus was right behind the wheel A circle is a funny fateLife don't go straightThings you've grown to hateCome back aroundI'm a cowboy stonyI ride a Shetland ponyI'm feelin' kinda phonyThis time around But last night I fell out of a dreamI was ridin' in a big black limousineI can't tell you now how good I feelYou see Jesus was right behind the wheelJesus was right behind the wheelJesus was right behind the wheel**Tax Day Well have your palms readSend a check to the FedIt's Tax DayIt's April 15The American Bad DreamIt's Tax Day One percent of this country owns 99% of its assetsThem bastards only pay 20% of the billThe poor working class pays 80% of the taxesSend it like peasants to the kings up on capital hill So have your palms readSend a check to the FedHey it's Tax DayIt is April 15 The American Bad DreamIt's Tax DayPay the man or you'll end in the canIt's Tax Day It's April 15The American Bad DreamIt's Tax Day Oh have your palms readSend a check to the FedHey it's Tax DayThe American Bad DreamIt's Tax DayWell pay the man or you'll end in the canIt's Tax DayAmerican DreamApril 15It's Tax Day Hey man that's them callin' nowGet your damn return in**Deadwood +100 Years Fat boy I forget he used to drive a red CorvetteBut I think he wanted to be a bikerCowboy's car was stoleMy fault I suppose'Cause I picked up a hitchhiker Decent Darrel cookin' dogsThe Sturgis boys are ridin' hogsBack there across from the Cripple CreekLaw man layin' lowFrankie I. doin' blowPine sawdust coverin' the marijuana reek Christmas time a baby boyFrank Bloom's pride and joyWhen mama makes her run goin' back EastA gold tooth in his mouthBoone's been drivin' SouthAir shocks draggin' in the Lincoln Continental beast Well bachelors with dirty clothesThe houses are really closedSo them boys sleep up in The White DoorMiner contracts gettin' weakMusic six days a weekBlood in the sawdust on the floor Barrels are stowed and old blackjack tables do unfoldBut who the hell called in the DCIAnd a barn full of pretty greenThe law boys are gettin' meanBoth Grandma Joans start to cry A shotgun rendezvous What's a runnin' back gonna doMom and the boy stay at the doctor's houseTwo weeks in a bed, medicine to leave you deadGolden boy's headin' for the Big House That's Deadwood 100 years laterAfter the big Gold Rush Well a fat boy I forget he used to drive a red CorvetteI think he wanted to be a bikerA fat boy I forget he used to drive a red CorvetteBut I think he wanted to be a biker**Pine Ridge Blues Said I ain't goin' back to Pine RidgeAin't goin' back there anymore I ain't goin' back to Pine RidgeAin't goin' back there anymoreTired of seein' my uncle outside that old Whiteclay liquor storeI got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues Said I'm praying down on Wounded KneeRidin' a horse to MandersonWell I'm praying down on Wounded KneeRidin' my horse to Manderson Well I'm headin' back up to the BadlandsFor a three-day fast under the sunI got the Pine Ridge Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues He said west of OglalaRed moon cries out to meSaid west of OglalaRed moon cries out to meGonna ride like Crazy Horse on a western windRunnin' free I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation bluesWanna run like Crazy Horse on a western windRidin' freeI got the Pine Ridge Reservation South Dakota Shannon County Pine Ridge bluesI got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues I'm gonna run like Crazy Horse on a western windRidin' free I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues**Tomcat Chase Swing set swinging in the park Violins after darkParade of life has some clownsPull smiles from sad frowns Walk on your hands if your feet are soreIgnore strange looks from next doorCottonwoods will share their wind And bring the song to you again Rabbits do not go to sleepWhen there are grapes to eatMoonlight shadows in their faceOld tomcats that give no chase The moonlight shadows in their faceOld tomcats that give no chase