The Look of the cowboy’s weathered face
His outdoor lifelines are easy to trace
Dusty trails in summertime
Winter shivers down his spine
There’s a map on a cowboy’s 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 themselves 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 rancher’s stock he doesn’t lose
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 a range
The cowboy had to guard against predators, straying cattle, and stampedes at night.
For his hard and dirty work, the typical cowboy’s pay was slight.
The work of riding, roping, and herding meant long days and nights in the saddle.
When round-ups and trail drives were over, the challenge was staying out of barroom battles.
The cowboy competed by racing horses and performing rope tricks, determining who was the most skilled.
They leaped from horses to wrestle down steers, hoping not to be killed.
It was hard work, dangerous, grueling, and at times hard to stay awake.
Riding at the back of the trail added a heaping helping of dust, bugs, and snakes.
Whether a rancher or a ranch hand,
he was the master of his life plans.
His saddle and bedroll were his home,
his place was wherever he chose to roam.
His dog was his best friend,
the first in line always ready to defend.
The willingness to get up after hitting the ground,
dust yourself off, mount back up without a sound.
That’s what a cowboy’s life is about,
living life in the saddle without any doubts.
