Pushing horns weren't easy, like the movies said it was.and i don't recall no dancehall girls and hotel rooms with rugs. you worked hot and tired and nasty rode your pony's head to low.and there were all them night you could'nt sleep cause it was to damn cold.and you sing strawberry row and a little joe.
Like the time we hit the river and the rains began to fall, and the water was rising so damn fast we thought it drown us. we lost alot of steers that day and 45 good mounts, but when all the boys rode into camp. we knew that's what counts, and we sing yippie tye yie aye and amazing grace.
O the night they broke behind us saying it took us bye suprise and i whistled out to bonnie i seen the terror in his eyes.
and he rode for all his horse could ride and i knew he done his best but he crossed over jordan riding bonnie to his death, and we'd sing bring in the sheets and the rugged cross.
So when you see the cowboy he's not ragged by his choice, he never meant to bow them legs or but that gravel in his voice. he's just chasing what he really love and what burning in his soul. wishing to god that he'd been born a hundred years ago still singing, strawberry row and a little joe......