Cowboyin' Ain'T Brain Surgery

Ya know, cowboyin’ ain’t brain surgery, But it sure takes a bunch of extra smarts Ta know when ya cain’t ride a mean ol’ bronc An’ how ta end somethin’ afore it starts. Ya gots ta be precise in your cuttin’ Of the herd when it comes that time a year— An’ ya gotta mend them broken wire fences Ta gets those ol’ Bessie cows ta stay clear. A cowboy’s gotta make good incisions, He has ta cut out the bad stock and crew— An’ if he’s ta be the head trail surgeon, He’ll have ta stitch up all the squabbles, too! Cowboyin’ sure nuff ain’t brain surgery, But ya jest gotta have ya some good hands— An’ if your own ain’t too clean or steady, The boys will be ridin’ fer other brands. An’ when ya sew your handy work all up, Ya make sure that you leave somethin’ inside— Cause if cowboyin’ don’t beat within ya, You’re jest a greenhorn along fer the ride!