The cowboy lives forever

As long as there's a faded pair of blue jeans

Wide brimmed hats and leather

And dreams ...



There's a little bit of Roy and Dale in all of us

Though all of us don't wear the cowboy boots and spurs

A man will dream of rescuing a damsel in distress

And the girl likes to dream that it's her



He was born from the dust of the western plain

Raised up tall and straight like a cactus tree

His home range stretches from Hawaii to Maine

He's John Wayne, he's Gene Autry, he's me



You can find a cowgirl at the rodeo

She'll shuffle to the two-step like the cowboys do

She might be wearing petticoats or maybe boots and chaps

She's Patsy Cline, Loretta, Kitty Wells or Emmylou or maybe you