Grew up a country bumpkin,
known the freedom that entails,
worked hard to make a livin',
walked down some dusty trails.
Ma an' Pa was hard on me,
said it was for my good,
but I lit out real early
just to prove to them I could.
Did some drinkin' in my early days,
an' had a wife or two,
but now I just got my ol' horse
an' a ornery dog named Blue.
I've lived the life I wanted
an' done most ever'thing,
have few regrets or heartaches
so I really can't complain.
The sky's my roof above me,
a campfire keeps me warm,
my bed is straw an' saddlebags,
an' bath, a country storm.
Drink water from the rivers clear
that fill from creek an' stream,
eat jerky, hard-tac biscuits,
an' drink coffee without cream.
Ain't no call for cussin'
'cause no one's 'round to hear,
my temper done got simmered
an' replaced with dad-blame fear.
My hair is gettin' thin now,
bones creak more ever'day,
but I can still punch cattle,
brand them doogies, an' buck hay.
If I should die tomorrow,
I'll be glad to meet that train
for God's seen fit in all His grace
to let me have the reins.
I'll ride them clouds in Heaven,
an' sleep in if I please,
I'll praise the Lord before me
as I get down on my knees.
All my troubles will be over,
won't even mind the rain,
'cause God'll keep me sheltered
from all this earthly pain.
So, let me never be forgettin'
how grand a life I've had
'cause I've loved ever' minute,
an' it sure ain't been that bad.