Come one dark and dismal day,
it rained to hard to put up the hay.
So off to the hills to round up the stray,
a cowboy works hard to earn little pay.
Long in the saddle no time to rest,
life is sure hard way out in the west.
Many of times you are put to the test,
to see who is the stronger, who is the best.
From daylight to dusk your jobs never done,
sometimes its so hard it sure isn't much fun.
Hop on your horse slap on your gun,
off to the saloon on a dead run.
To much to drink I'm going to be sore,
and once I lay down I'm going to snore.
Then when I wake it's the same as before,
lots of new jobs and an forgotten old chore.
Back in the saddle and back to the range,
its always the same it won't ever change.
Bringing the stray's back to the grange,
hoping for company, conversation to exchange.
Down on the plains where the dust devils blow,
the dust in the air gives the sun an orange glow.
Sunsets are something that God did bestow,
but when it gets to hot we're wishing for snow.
Yes life in the saddle is not very easy,
sometimes the smell will make you real queasy.
And long trips on the trail made you look sleazy,
and all them TV cowboys really look cheesy. |
