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It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask my old friend Dane, who spends his days riding across the Texas plains, working for a big ranch, he cuts, lassos, and herds, brings them in at round-up, brands them all in turn. Works out in the sunshine, rides hard for his pay, heads on down to Randy’s for a drink at close of day. the bartender there always shows his picture to cowgirls, Dane’s a local legend, on raging bulls he’s twirled. Some women try to tame him, one day one might succeed, but right now he’s just happy giving them what they need. It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask my buddy Bill, he grew up loving westerns, I guess he always will. He loves the boots and hats, even owns a bolo tie, if it weren’t for those old movies he’d have never learned to ride. Takes trail-rides with his children out in the country air, keeps them from their cell-phones, builds memories to spare. Takes them to wild west shows, where old time ballads ring, doesn’t take much prodding before the kids start to sing. It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask our sheriff Max, even when out on the job he still wears a white hate. Some say that his dark skin makes the cowboy-look strange, forgetting all those freed slaves that once rode the range. But Max doesn’t give a whit, he’s an honest, weathered soul, and every year he dresses up for the town police festival. He puts on all his cowboy duds, plays the old west lawman, the kids all run up to him making finger-guns with hand, But those buckaroos are quick, he’s never outdrawn a one, but it’s enough for the sheriff to see the tykes having fun. It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask ol’ Jimmy-Ray, living down in sunny Georgia, his feet in the red clay. he’s never even rode a horse, but the don't bothered him, the cowboy code is his bible, you can see it in his grin. He’s quite the man of honor, and will always treat your fair in his hometown barbecue if you ever do eat there. He’s polite to the ladies, looks each man in the eye, on days off in his straw hat his ATV he rides. He stays loyal to one woman, his great pride and his joy, to her he’ll always tip his hat, it’s good to be a cowboy.

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It's Good To Be a Cowboy

It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask my old friend Dane, who spends his days riding across the Texas plains, working for a big ranch, he cuts, lassos, and herds, brings them in at round-up, brands them all in turn. Works out in the sunshine, rides hard for his pay, heads on down to Randy’s for a drink at close of day. the bartender there always shows his picture to cowgirls, Dane’s a local legend, on raging bulls he’s twirled. Some women try to tame him, one day one might succeed, but right now he’s just happy giving them what they need. It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask my buddy Bill, he grew up loving westerns, I guess he always will. He loves the boots and hats, even owns a bolo tie, if it weren’t for those old movies he’d have never learned to ride. Takes trail-rides with his children out in the country air, keeps them from their cell-phones, builds memories to spare. Takes them to wild west shows, where old time ballads ring, doesn’t take much prodding before the kids start to sing. It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask our sheriff Max, even when out on the job he still wears a white hate. Some say that his dark skin makes the cowboy-look strange, forgetting all those freed slaves that once rode the range. But Max doesn’t give a whit, he’s an honest, weathered soul, and every year he dresses up for the town police festival. He puts on all his cowboy duds, plays the old west lawman, the kids all run up to him making finger-guns with hand, But those buckaroos are quick, he’s never outdrawn a one, but it’s enough for the sheriff to see the tykes having fun. It’s good to be a cowboy, just ask ol’ Jimmy-Ray, living down in sunny Georgia, his feet in the red clay. he’s never even rode a horse, but the don't bothered him, the cowboy code is his bible, you can see it in his grin. He’s quite the man of honor, and will always treat your fair in his hometown barbecue if you ever do eat there. He’s polite to the ladies, looks each man in the eye, on days off in his straw hat his ATV he rides. He stays loyal to one woman, his great pride and his joy, to her he’ll always tip his hat, it’s good to be a cowboy.