I suppose, there`s a better way to make a livin`
To make money so I could live in luxury
But the life behind a desk in a building
Would be like a prison sentence to me
My manners are not refined or even polished
and my speech it may be crude to most you see
I guess that I was just born a dreamer
But in my life I relish pride and being free
My clothes are high heeled boots and a big hat
and the buckle on my belt I wear with pride
You might even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out faded
blue Levi`s
Well I`m a cowboy
on the rodeo circuit
and when it`s time to ride Well I bear down and try
but when I play I go to some ol` crowded bar room
and get drunk & wild along with the other guys
Well I know it can`t go on like this forever
and I maybe a fool just runnin` wild through life
But it`s my life and I`ll live it to the fullest
and I can look back and say that it was right
And some day when my rovin` days are finally all over
Well I can picture a little home down beside a stream
and with a son and his mother sittin` by me and with love I`ll help him to
strive to reach his dream.
Good Cowgirls keep their calves together *grin*