He’s long and lean like an old string bean his face is hard and lined
Behind a mustached lip he’s got a barbed wire wit he’ll use from time to time
Never press him, don’t second guess him there’s more there than you’d think
He’s got a quick right hand and he always stands at the bar when he takes his drink.
He can stretch the truth if his lips get loose his stories go back years
His legs were bowed by those bulls he’s road runnin cows and ropin spears
He walks real stiff got that broken hip breaking colts last fall
He’s been feeling down since he’s moved to town was it worth it after all.
An old cowboy who’s working days are done
Always half brok, with no place left to run
An old cowboy with nothin left to prove
An old cowboy who’s cowboy days are through.
He drives a broke down Ford with a kicked in door still pulls a one horse van through town
It was just last year I seen him shed a tear when he put that old horse down
Before he’s called to board, asked by the Lord to take that final ride
I hope he’ll understand how I love that man and his damned old cowboy pride.
He can’t chew beef too many missing teeth got a hide as coarse as sand.
An old cowboy who’s working days are done
Always half broke with no place left to run
An old cowboy with nothin left to prove
An old cowboy like a pair of worn out boots
An old cowboy who’s cowboy days are through.
Happy trails to you…
