A cowboy’s a cowboy. Saddle sores and whooping. Pushing cows around. Combing half the country side ‘till all the strays are found. Broken Reins and cinch straps, Bailing twine and wire. Mending in the evenings ‘round a warm camp fire. Hobbling the horses So they don’t stray at night. Going to bed early, Then rising at first light. Back into the saddle In the cool of the morn. Dirty shirts and wranglers Sweaty and reworn The sun is getting hotter There’s dust and sweat and flies These are things a cowboy Deals with till he dies. I guess since I’m a cowboy Dealing just makes sense Cause I’d hate to think I 's straddling An old rusty barbed wire fence.