Well Lord I love this ranchin' with it's ropin' and brandin' But I don't like that farmin' at all It's goodby for the summer this haying's sure a bummer And I'll be back to help you gather in the fall Well I don't mind riding fences but them tractors are wrenches I ain't never liked and I guess I never will Just give me my horse and saddle or some woolies or some cattle And turn me loose and let me ride out through the hills Cause I'm just a cowboy a dirt and sweat cowboy Livin' on beef steak and beans I ain't to hard to please but Mister you better believe I ain't never had no use for farm machines
Well there ain't much romancing in old fashioned branding But Lorrie it suits me just fine Oh the dust and the smoke's enough to make a feller choke But have you ever had to ride one of them old combines Now my grandpa was a farmer a Michigan black land farmer And he worked with them machines the whole day through But I bet if he did some roaming through the hills of old Wyoming He'd probably feel about the same way that I do
I reckon it's just bad fate I was born a hundred years too kate And they say boy if you want to survive you'd better change But as long as sagebrush grows and that old Powder River flows I'll be a cowboy till my dyin' day I'm just a cowboy... Well I think I just heard a discouraging word About them rattleing banging smoking farm machinesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
