The Cowboy Code
I'm riding with an outfit
That’s loyal to its brand.
I've got a gun and a rope
Which I keep close at hand
Anyone who would harm
What belongs to the brand
They are my enemy,
No matter who the man.
Never have I ever lied
Or stole from my boss,
Nor let anyone else
Regardless of cost.
Late at night, beneath the stars,
We sit around the fire;
Drinking coffee and telling stories
About whatever we desire.
I feel the Lord cracks a smile
When he watches us cowboys
Looking up from down below
At heaven with all its glories.
Once I was so in love,
I married a beautiful wife;
She took ill and passed away
So I chose a cowboy's life.
My boss has a pretty wife;
His family I respect.
They treat me as I treat them
So their lives I shall protect.
The cowboy code can be found
On the ranches of the West,
Where real men still earn their place
By being their very best.
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2006
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