He´s a rodeo hand a dying breed drifting like a tumble weed Rolling where the urge tells him to go And all this cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees
To get him to the next big rodeo Now most athletes take alfalfa pills and super B´s A cowboy don´t need all that motern stuff A cowboy´s got to be lean and mean he trains on caffine and nicotine And them all night drives help to make him tough He´s underfed and under paid and too damn hungry to be afraid Some where between the crazy and insane Cowboys ain´t afraid pf dying shoot he´d even ride a red eyed Lion If you´d show him where to take the rein Now the only coach a cowboy needs is a growling gut that says come on let´s eat So tonight cowboy you better make a winning ride Bout the only thing that makes him go Is that big gold buckle waiting down the road