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 you