One You Can'T Ride

With his face all weathered and torn And his boots ran down This cowboy walks slowly he knows He still has bronc's to ride But with a smile with some teeth missing His eyes red and sore from the lack of sleep Everyone knows he has a softer side His hands broke and busted He reaches for a rope He'll throw with a soft touch Cause he knows this cabayo He's got to try His shirt and pants are still dusty From his last ride But his spurs still shine And his new hat has fine shape And this cabayo he'll make his friend Cause he said if he can't ride him Then this one he'll buy