JUST A COWBOY

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I know
Don’t tell me I don’t know what I know
That’s right, I’m just a cowboy!

I’m just a cowboy alone on the range
And to this cowboy all the cows look the same
It doesn’t matter if I’m loaded
Even if these cows were color-coded
I’d still be ridin’ high on the range

Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, drive ‘em back in
Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, now do it again

I rode a bull from Little Rock to LaGrange
But at the rodeo they said that was strange
So I changed Little Rock to Cody
And said the bull’s nickname was Jody
They still said I was close to deranged

Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, drive ‘em back in
Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, now do it again

I’m just a cowboy alone on the range
What do I get for all my aches and my pains?
For a cowboy on a horsie to get some intercoursie
The only choice would be a sex change

Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, drive ‘em back in
Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, now do it again

A thousand head and mine’s up in the clouds
But I’ve got my freedom whereas you fight the crowds
It’s just me here and my pony
At least I’m not a phony
Now I need to get right back to my cows

Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, drive ‘em back in
Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, now do it again

Matrimony and me just don’t mix
I guess the Injuns taught me too many tricks
But unless you’re into acrimony
Don’t say that to a Shoshoni
Some of them Shoshoni, they can really be pricks

Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, drive ‘em back in
Round ‘em up, head ‘em out, now do it again

Ride ‘em cowboy, ride ‘em cowboy
Ride ‘em cowboy, ride ‘em cowboy
Ride ‘em cowboy, ride ‘em cowboy
Ride ‘em cowboy, ride ‘em cowboy

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

JUST A COWBOY