Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive Maybe in my younger days I could But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit And if I didn't love it so I would I recall when folks thought I was great and all the riders used to hate To see my name upon the enter door Cause I could ride and I could rope the others seem they have no hope A lookin' at a bickle that I wore It's that all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four Long days and lucky breaks have me alone Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Folks don't seem to realize the thrill I get from every ride That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me Scratched and bruised my body aches from day to day to use its takes Lord only knows the way that sets me free Now my days have shorten up I'm out of breakes and out of luck And the things will never be the same old way As I look back and shed a tear sometimes I can almost hear The echo of the judges they would say You're the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four Long days and lucky breaks helped me along Working hard and riding fast and sleeping in the cold Made me ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four Yes I'm the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty fourTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
