Cowboys Don'T Cry
Life’s never easy when you are riding the range
You grow use to hard times waiting for things to change
Sit around a campfire singing an old western song
Cowboys don’t cry, they just keep moving along
Long hours and hard work are just part of their routine
Callused hands and dust are part of the American scene
He’ll take a stand against things that he knows are wrong
Cowboys don’t cry, they just keep singing their song
Cowboys won’t tell you when they are feeling bad
They never complain when things make them sad
You’ll never see teardrops, holding onto their pride
Cowboys don’t cry, they keep their feelings inside
When their journey is over and their life is at end
St. Peter will greet them and say welcome home my friend
They’ll smile weakly knowing they’ll no longer roam
Cowboys don’t cry, they know that they’re going home.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008
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