I suppose, theres 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 levis
Well Im a cowboy
On the rodeo circuit
And when its 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 cant go on like this forever
And I maybe a fool just runnin wild through life
But its my life and Ill 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 Ill help him to
Strive to reach his dream.
Good cowgirls keep their calves together *grin*