By David Allan Coe



Well, I've hiked through the sage brush,

I ran up some rail

I slept on the bench in a few county jails

And they laugh as they knocked all the wind from my sail

When I was a young Dallas Cowboy



I've tried hard to tackle the problems at hand

I've kicked a few habits, and I've marched to the band

I tried hard to follow the lady of the land

When I was a young Dallas Cowboy



I've made a few passes that weren't incomplete

I stumbled through yards on my way to the street

Running from beds where I did more than sleep

When I was a young Dallas Cowboy



(Talk)



Well, he tackled the bottle and he fumbled the ball

And he'd touchdown in alleys along where he'd fall

Just wait for his son to make up for it all

When I was a young Dallas Cowboy



When I was a baby, he broke up the team

Divorcing my Mama to live with a dream

He had back in college when he was still green

And I was a young Dallas Cowboy



Now the footballs I held did not fit in my hand

Got me a guitar and I've got me a band

So don't put me down when I'm taking my stand

Be proud of this young Dallas Cowboy

Yeah I'm proud I'm a young Dallas Cowboy

Be proud of those young Dallas Cowboys