At seven this morning I got on the phone. And said to hold my Bronc as long as you can. My car broke down in Billings and they just got it back together.
Winter wind was blowin' when we loaded that old truck. With a few things that we had and all our dreams. With my new bride there beside me we headed down the road.
Now old Jake was a cowboy he'd worked his whole life on the range. And he could rope, and he could ride with any man just half his age. Old Jake was my hero and me I was just a green kid.
There are songs about the heroes and the great things they have done. And the hell they went through to get this far. But this song is for the cowboy who never been a hero.
A rodeo's just a rodeo after riding several years. From ol' Cheyenne to Houston, they never cause too much fear. But let me tell you about one that will chill your very soul.
Well I figure myself a mighty luck man. With the simple few things I've got. There's money in the pockets of these wore out jeans. I've got a trailer house and a lot.
Just look at you, girl. Standin' here beside me. Starlight on your hair. Lookin' like a dream. I dreamed somewhere. . And look at me, girl. You got me actin' just like a lover.
Well I have been a cowboy dang near all my life. That good ol' cowboy music is all I'm supposed to like. But here lately I don't know what's happening.
Well I have been a cowboy, dang near all my life. That good ol' cowboy music is all I'm supposed to like. But here lately I don't know what's happening.
Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle never more. His days with the remuda, they're all done. It was long about last April, he rode into our camp. Just a little Texas stray and all alone.
Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon. Gonna make our dreams come true. Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope. Life is sweet, we lived on the meat of the deer and the antelope.
When the rodeo was over. We're all go to the room. We're drink some beer, relax awhile. And sing some cowboy tunes. . That old guitar we passed around.
I'm country. Well there's a little word and it fits me to a t. I don't know how you spell it but it's country and that's me.. I laugh when I'm happy and cry when I'm blue.
We'll I've been up and I've been down I've been over and I've been around. I've been in and I've been out I've had some thinks to shout about. But I know I won't strike out if I got you.
This country's seen some hard times. Lord knows she's deep in debt. She's comin' through another depression. And for some it ain't over yet. . We've all been divided.
Rollin' down a long highway, out to New Mexico. Driftin' down to Santa Fe, to ride a bull in a Rodeo. He's hooked on a feelin', addicted to a natural high.
He was just a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat. Acme boots up on his feet and a big U roll it hat. He was entered in the bull riding, he did it on a dare.
While driving down the last four miles of gravel road to home. All the old familiar landmarks seem like long lost friends. And as he pulls in to the ranch he sees his mom hangin' out the wash.
Well a few years back. Me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo. We were hangin' around town with nothing to do. And nowhere else to go. . And cowboys are known for their fun loving ways.
Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes. Like a wild wind that blows in the night. The highways and back roads are all that he knows. He'll be gone with the mornin' gray light.