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The cowboy in me always rides on a horse
Wearing six guns, crisp blue jeans and always, of course
My boots and my hat and a fancy white shirt
Though my job is quite risky, I never get hurt.

My ranch is gynormous, it’s so big in fact
It takes me all day to get there and back.
And when I get home all safe and all sound
It really feels good when my feet hit the ground

High in my saddle, my horse at a trot
I see cattle, coyotes and really a lot
Of rabbits and sheep and antelope, too
Too many to count, it’s just like a zoo.

I ride on the range most every day
Through rain and through snow and I honestly say
That I never get cold and I never get wet
But sometimes I’m hungry and I often regret
Not eating my breakfast before I ride off
With a stomach that’s empty but that isn’t enough
To make me stay home and do I need mention
There are critters out there than need my attention?

My dog, Rex, rides with me, my constant companion
Running beside as we search Mystery Canyon
A place that’s so spooky it gives me the willies
But my Mom laughs at me, says I must have the sillies

To think there’s a place such as this on my ranch
But she never rides with me, so there isn’t a chance
That she knows all my secrets, the places I roam
But ‘til that day comes, she can just stay at home

I count all my cattle, one steer at a time
But I lose count at nine-thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine
Then I start over beginning at one
Do you think that my counting will ever be done?

If you think counting cattle is really that hard
Just look at the sky and try counting stars
Or perhaps you could even try counting some sheep
But when I do that, it always puts me to sleep

When I sit by the campfire and play my guitar
The coyotes all listen and howl from afar
They seem to enjoy the songs that I’m playing
And I imagine them out there dancing and swaying

To the music that’s drifting through the lovely night air
As the crickets join into this merry affair
And soon we’re all singing the songs that we love
As we watch shooting stars in the dark sky above

Oh, what a life that a young cowboy leads
Fulfilling his fantasies, fulfilling his needs.
A great big adventure and a comfort to know.
It’s an adventurous life that he’ll never outgrow

And maybe you’ll join him as he rides on the range
I’m sure you’d enjoy it; it’s nothing he’d change.
But sadly that day will just have to wait
‘Cause on his next birthday, he’ll only be eight!
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