Ode To A Cowboy

   
He rolls his own from a Bull Durham sack-
And he walks with a limp from the pain in his back-
 He's up before daylight and leaves with the dawn-
 On his favorite horse, that old strawberry roan-
He's been punchin' cattle nigh on fifty years-
 But sometimes the "lonely" just brings on the tears-
 No home and no family that he can call dear-
Just saddle, spurs and blanket, for many a year-
 He feels like he's rich, well, wouldn't you-
With the sun so bright and a sky so blue-
With all those beautiful days, An what a sight-
When all them stars come out at night-
Well he just wouldn't trade his life away-
Even tho an old cowboy don't get much pay-
So he'll live out his life on this earth being free-  
An thankin' the Lord for makin' a cowboy outta' me.

 
Written by:
 Don Helms and Bobbi Nell Lewis
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