The cowboy lives forever As long as there's a faded pair of blue jeans Wide brimmed hats and leather and dreams
There's a little bit of Roy and Dale in all of us Though all of us don't wear the cowboy boots and spurs A man will dream of rescuing a damsel in distress And the girl likes to dream that it's her
He was born from the dust of the western plain Raised up tall and straight like a cactus tree His home range stretches from Hawaii to Maine He's John Wayne, he's Gene Autry, he's me
You can find a cowgirl at the rodeo She'll shuffle to the two-step like the cowboys do She might be wearing petticoats or maybe boots and chaps She's Patsy Cline, Loretta, Kitty Wells or Emmylou or maybe youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.