Cowboy Like Me Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Just barely eighteen when the Great War was through 

Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew 

Hard life and death was all that I seen 

Ridin' hell bend for leather in search of a dream 

I rode drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail 

Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail 

My hard dusty wages played out way too soon 

On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon 

All I have left is my stories to tell 

Heavens too far and I'm plumb scared of hell 

Nobody wants this pain and misery 

But there still are some who think they could be a cowboy like me 

I spent one lonely winter in an old line shack 

With beans in my belly rain on my back 

A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow 

With cattle to attend to at forty below 

And it's back for the round up in April or May 

You round up the calf's boys and you cut out the strays 

And you might touch a woman before the long summer ends 

Then its back to the line shack and do it all again 

And all I have left... 

I've given some bad guys a hard way to go 

I busted my bones in them old time rodeos 

I might have stretched truth Lord but I've never lied 

Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side 

But I rode with Cole Younger and New Jesse James 

Me and old Wyatt use to ride on the range 

And men all said sir to my Colt 45 

And I was with Hitchcock the night that he died 

All I have left...