He got outta bed as the sun came up,Pulled on his jeans and poured him a cup.Does everything for himself you see,That's the way it's supposed to be.
A cowboy alone, doin' it all,From cookin' a meal, to cleanin' a stall.Might not be done the way Mom would see fit,But to him it gets done or you just leave it.
Feed the cows, the horses, the pigs, and dog,Lots of exercise, no need to jog.Fix a fence, pound a nail,Walk out to the road and get the mail.
Start up the tractor, plow a field,Work on the pickup, yesterday it killed.Called the guys, kinda lonely he felt,Win at poker, a good hand was dealt.
Start all over again the next day,This is supposed to be the cowboy way.Saddle up the horse, his dog at his side,
