You ask me if I’m a cowboy

Yes, I can answer that

You can’t wear spurs on reebocks

And there’s a brim around my hat

 

I can ride a horse and rope a steer

My spurs jingle when I walk

I know the difference ‘tween chinks and chaps

And I don’t mumble when I talk

 

I got bowed legs and a crooked walk

From the kind of life I’ve led

But I ain’t never ducked a fight

And my cowboy blood is red

 

My ear ain’t pierced and my hair ain’t long

I respect my Dad and Mom

I judge a person for what he is

And don’t care where he is from

 

My hero’s still Roy Rogers

Cause he reminds me every day

No matter where you come from

You choose the cowboy way

 

I take care of what I’ve been given

And at night I bow my head and pray

I thank the good Lord for giving me

The right to live the cowboy way

 

                Don, Klamath Falls, OR