A Cowboy Is
(Bob Witte)
He was a run-away
Rodeo was his dream
He was ridin' bulls and a bittin' the dust by the time he was seventeen
Sixteen cowboys in an eight dollar room
Livin' on baloney and beans
Makin' a play for all the buckle freaks
In the pretty little tight blue jeans
CHORUS
A cowboy is one hell of a man
When he gets bucked off
He gets on again
A cowboy is a special breed
You leave his hat alone
And you leave his women be
From Canada to Houston
I guess he tried them all
And it never failed in every bar
Some redneck started a brawl
But the time and the booze and the broken bones
Finally put him out to graze
But I'll tell you now he wouldn't change a thing
If he could start again today
CHORUS
You leave his hat alone
And you leave his women be
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