Nilsson, Harry - Little Cowboy - Reprise Lyrics
If you wanna be a cowboy, you'd better rest a while
Little cowboy baby of the old corral
Little cowboy baby of the old corral
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Nilsson, Harry Little Cowboy - Reprise Comments
I remember the day I heard that Harry died and how broken I felt, because at the time I was living a hellish existence and his music was one of the only things keeping me grounded enough to not commit suicide. My baby son had been kidnapped by his criminally insane father in August 1993, missing for more than 4 months on the day I heard on the radio, while at work, that Harry had passed. I had been pretending to be brave and had not cried at work since my son's abduction, but that was the day the dam burst. Fortunately, I worked for a couple of really nice bosses who understood.
One of the detectives "working" on the case had told me that I needed to accept "reality" and the likelihood that my son was dead. I was losing all hope. Something about losing Harry, my idol since I was a child, brought back the fight in me. Not sure why, maybe because his music was the soundtrack of my life growing up, and I sang his songs to my baby when I rocked him to sleep. "Little Cowboy" was his favorite, I think. He would always smile and giggle.
I asked the police department to assign our case to a different detective, a wonderful man who had worked tirelessly for 5 years on another local missing child case I read about. They listened, and he took over our case! This officer did not ignore us and went above and beyond his job description.
Five month's went by, I called this detective almost every day asking if there was any news. He was so kind, and worked tirelessly. He made sure my son's picture was being circulated all over the country, he even got his photo and information shown during a nationally-televised movie about Adam Walsh.
It wasn't long after that, a police officer in S. Carolina saw my son's father walking down the street. This cop told me later that when he saw him it was like an alarm went off, but he didn't know why. I'm so grateful that this officer pays attention to his instincts (he's a bit of a local legend in his community, he foiled several store robberies because he was driving by and something seemed "off").
There was an FBI warrant, so he was arrested, but he refused to talk so I didn't know if my son was still alive. Six hours after his arrest, my son was found at a daycare after all the other children had been picked up. He was terrified, not okay, and My Dad and I took the next flight out to pick him up.
However, he was just a baby when he was kidnapped and he had been missing (and abused) for almost a year. When I met the social worker at the airport, my son didn't seem to recognize me. The social worker wouldn't release my son to my custody, told me there might have to be a court hearing to determine if he should be allowed to come home with me, since my own son didn't seem to know me.
That's when an idea popped into my lame brain! His favorite song that I sang and rocked him to sleep, "Little Cowboy". I blinked away my tears, and sang in a shaky voice, "Little Cowboy, put your saddle in the barn, tie your horse up tight so he'll know no harm..." He lit up, ran to me and fell into my lap. The social worker (wiping away tears) told me to take my son home, there would be no need for any court hearing. Thank you Harry!
Lazy I Ranch sending you peace and hope your family has a peaceful new year. Quite an ordeal you've been through. Stay strong.
This lullaby is so beautiful and why is it not recognized as such? Harry!!! Love
Hi there! Thanks for the upload! If you want to play Everybody's Talkin on guitar, check out my lesson and cover. Peace and love to the world!
Little Harry wanted to be a cowboy in the 1940s. That's why his mother sang him this song. I can just picture it after reading about his life in the biography written by Alyn Shipton. It's excellent!