Cowboy Up
A Cowboy lives his life,
From sunrise to sunset.
Hard work, calloused hands,
And a bunk to hang his hat.
Riding, roping, branding,
It's all for a week's pay.
Come Friday night it's time,
To chase the blues away.
A few cold beers in hand,
A Cowgirls twirling skirt.
It helps a man forget,
The hard days in the dirt.
But when the fun is done,
And the sun starts to grin.
It's time to grab the reins,
And Cowboy up again.
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