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THE COWBOY
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EVERYBODY LIKES THE COWBOY,
WHETHER THEY WANT TO ADMIT IT OR NOT.
HE AIN'T ALWAYS PRETTY, HE AIN'T ALWAYS CLEAN,
AND SOMETIMES HE DON'T SMELL SO HOT.

HE COMES IN EVERY CONCIEVABLE SIZE
AND EVER COLOR, TOO.
IT SHO' AIN'T HARD TO SPOT A SHO' NUFF HAND,
WHEN HE'S A COWBOY THRU AND THRU.

THEY AIN'T ALL ALIKE, THERE'S DIFFERENT STYLES
OF LIVIN' THE COWBOY WAY.
YOU GOT YER RODEO RIDERS, YOUR DOGGERS AND ROPERS
AND ROUGH STOCK PROS OF TODAY.
BETTIN' IT ALL ON AN 8 SECOND RIDE
OR A RUN THAT MIGHT GO THEIR WAY,
THEY WALK THE WALK AND TALK THE TALK,
THEY WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY.

THEN THERE'S THEM THAT STILL RIDE THE RANGE.
YOU'VE HEARD OF THEM BUCKAROOS.
ALL DAY IN THE SADDLE, DAY IN AND DAY OUT.
DOIN' IT LIKE THEY USED TO DO.
HE PREFERES TO GO WHERE THE HORSES RUN WILD,
TO CATCH 'EN HIS SELF ON THE RUN.
OLD SPANISH MUSTANGS, TOUGHER 'N STEEL,
DESCENDANTS OF THE OLD ZEBRA DUN.

'EM CABIOS CAN MOVE LIKE A CAT
AND AT THE DROP OF YOUR HAT,
THEY CAN BEAT ANY STEER TO THE PUNCH.
AND IF YOU EVER DECIDE
ON BREAKIN' ONE TO RIDE,
YOU BEST BE PACKIN' A LUNCH.
MUSCLE AND BONE FROM HUNDREDS OF YEARS
WHERE ONLY THE STRONGEST SURVIVED,
LIKE THE ONES IN OLD PICTURES THE COWBOYS DREW,
THEIR SPIRIT CAN NEVER DIE.

THE COWBOY'S ONE WITH HIS FOUR LEGGED FRIENDS.
HE KNOWS 'EM LIKE THE BACK OF HIS HAND.
"EM HORSES AND BULLS AND CATTLE AND ALL,
THEY MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND.
THAT WHEN HE GETS A LITTLE COCKY, TOO FULL OF HIMSELF,
THEY'LL JERK HIM BACK IN LINE,
WITH A SLAM AND A KICK, A DOSE OF REALITY,
THEY'LL GET HIS ATTENTION EVERYTIME.

IF YOU'RE LOOKIN' TO FIND THE COMMON THREAD
THAT BINDS 'EM ALL TOGETHER,
THE REAL GOOD HANDS WILL COWBOY UP
IN A STRETCH OF STORMY WEATHER.
IT SHO' AIN'T THE HAT, THE JEANS, OR THE BOOTS
THAT SETS THIS MAN APART.
IT'S LIVIN' LIFE THE COWBOY WAY
THAT HE LOVES WITH ALL HIS HEART.

HE DARES TO BE DIFFERENT,
TRUTHFUL AND HONEST.
HE'S A MAN WHO WILL KEEP HIS WORD.
AND FOR WHAT HE BELIEVES, HE'LL MAKE A STAND
WITH HONOR, COURAGE AND NERVE.

NOW I AIN'T SAYIN' HE AIN'T NEVER AFRAID,
HE'S SHO' GOT A RIGHT TO BE.
BUT YOU CAN BET HE'LL FACE
WHATEVER THE CHALLENGE,
'CAUSE HE'S THE SON
OF THE LAND OF THE FREE.

AS YOU SIT IN THE STANDS
ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT
AND WATCH HIM ROPE AND RIDE
MAKE NO MISTAKE, HE CAME TO PLAY,
SO HE CAN LIVE BEFORE HE DIES.

BORN AND BRED IN THE PROMISED LAND -
UP IN HEAVEN THEY'RE HOLDIN' A PLACE.
FOR ALL THE GOOD OLE BOYS KNOWN AS "COWBOYS",
FROM THE GOOD OLE USA.

By COTTON YANCEY 1997


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