My body aches- I've got the flu, Oh lord I feel old. Yet I must tend the cattle here, In this blizzard, wet and cold.
Six calves were born early this morn,As the temperature plunged down. But they froze to death, in this cold winds breath,As the snow blew cross the ground.
So I'll pitch straw in this large corral- Even though I see my breath. Cause I've got to make these cows a bed Before they freeze to death.
I was born here in this Valley, And I've wintered here for years. But to see my young calves freeze and die-- It fills my eyes with tears.
The pond is froze where the cattle drink-So I chop the ice away. And where I watch the water seep, They'll drink again, today.
Now there's no days off for the livestock man.Be it cattle, foul or sheep. And we all work all work hard to tend our herd,Because they've got to eat.
No sick leave does the cowboy get- No holidays with pay. From the summers heat to winters cold;He must work every day.
We sometimes work both day and night.And we'll work till we die. But it's hard times in a life like this- When the toughest cowboy cries.
Don't get me wrong, I love my work- As much as I love life. Yet, sometimes I just feel low down.With all this toil and this strife.
I know one day the sun will shine- And again the birds will sing. Then you will see me smile again-- As I thank God for spring.
