I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'

To make money so I could live in luxury

But the life behind a desk in a building

Would be like a prison sentence to me



My manners are not refined or even polished

and my speech it may be crude to most you see

I guess that I was just born a dreamer

But in my life I relish pride and being free



My clothes are high heeled boots and a big hat

and the buckle on my belt I wear with pride

You might even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out faded

blue Levi's



Well I'm a cowboy

on the rodeo circuit

and when it's time to ride Well I bear down and try

but when I play I go to some ol' crowded bar room

and get drunk & wild along with the other guys



Well I know it can't go on like this forever

and I maybe a fool just runnin' wild through life

But it's my life and I'll live it to the fullest

and I can look back and say that it was right



And some day when my rovin' days are finally all over

Well I can picture a little home down beside a stream

and with a son and his mother sittin' by me and with love I'll help him to

strive to reach his dream.

Good Cowgirls keep their calves together *grin