Being a cowboy

He was off and ready when the rooster crowed

At five in the morning,

ready for the road

He went downstairs to grab his coffee hot

And his boots right next to the door he got

He stepped outside to the cold gray sky

And said let's do this under the sunrise

People think that being a cowboy is easy,

tell you the truth But it takes a special kind of person

to ride through your youth Go through the pain,

the dirt and the bruises,

gather the herd Cows and horses running wild,

keeping to your word

Taking care of the flowers out in the fields

Loading up the wood to see what it yields In the back

of your pickup truck you haul it away

Until the sun goes down at the end of the day

That's what a real

cowboy does

It's time to get ready to go on home

Get the mud on the boots,

no longer to roam Got elbow grease from the tractor we had

to fix And grass stains on the jeans,

we're back in the mix Ready to head on home

to see what you made for me

People think that being a cowboy is easy,

tell you the truth But it takes a special kind of person

to ride through your youth Go through the pain,

the dirt and the bruises,

gather the herd Cows and horses running wild,

keeping to your word

Dinner plate ready to go,

that's what I love

That's what I love about country,

looking above That's what I love about being a cowboy,

you see (yeah, a cowboy is free)