Cowboys Don'T Cry

Life’s never easy when you are riding the range You grow use to hard times waiting for things to change Sit around a campfire singing an old western song Cowboys don’t cry, they just keep moving along Long hours and hard work are just part of their routine Callused hands and dust are part of the American scene He’ll take a stand against things that he knows are wrong Cowboys don’t cry, they just keep singing their song Cowboys won’t tell you when they are feeling bad They never complain when things make them sad You’ll never see teardrops, holding onto their pride Cowboys don’t cry, they keep their feelings inside When their journey is over and their life is at end St. Peter will greet them and say welcome home my friend They’ll smile weakly knowing they’ll no longer roam Cowboys don’t cry, they know that they’re going home.