Steve Earle — The Kind

[Verse 1] Tell me a story about a fellow with a crazy dream Everybody tells him that it won't amount to anything He fires the shot heard around the world Wins the prize and he gets the girl That's the kind of story I like The kind that makes you think [Verse 2] Sing me a song about a cowboy with an aching heart Riding along the lonesome prairie about to fall apart And every time those doggies moan He doesn't feel so all alone That's the kind of song I like The kind that breaks your heart [Verse 3] Paint me a picture of a girl with a secret smile Looking back at you across the years through ancient eyes You're standing there like an open door Because she's seen it all before That's the kind of picture I like The kind that makes you sigh