Old Cowboys Ride the Sunsets

Old cowboys ride the sunsets And seize each day as their own— They leave behind their regrets And end up riding alone. They’ll tell you there was a time When each man made his own choice— When being a man was no crime And each man had his own voice. Used to be men tipped their hats And stood up for women folk— Before men became door mats And were thought of as a joke. Not all rode off in sunsets Some still haunt the old corrals— While the Old West still begets New cowboys the Lord allows. Still cowboys ride the sunsets Off into red setting suns— Still men in all their respects Still sticking to their old guns.