The Look of a Cowboys weathered face
His outdoor lifelines are easy to trace
Dusty trails in summertime
Winter shivers down his spine
There’s a map on a cowboys face
Every line and wrinkle is a time and a place
Cowboys are the backbone of western life
Sometimes too busy to find a sweet wife
Ropes and Lassos and well-oiled saddles
Preparing their way for daily battles
A Little dog races at his side
As the cowboy starts his winding ride
Checking fences and rescuing little moos
So the ranchers stock he doesn’t loose
Technology will never change
The cowboys ride across the range
There are things in life you just can’t change
That’s The Cowboy riding the open range