Ridin' Drag

When your ride’n drag through the swelterin’ heat, and you've bout had all the dust one-man can eat. When the sweat’s running down from collar to boot, just forty miles gone on a hundred-mile route. The ass end of cattle is all you can see, and the smell is so strong it makes your nose bleed. When the flies are biting deep into your skin, well now that's when the doubtin’ really begins. You start to look back o'er the passing of years, remembering the good times, laughter and tears. You think about old friends, love, death and sorrow, glory of the past and unknown tomorrow. Oh, there’ve been choices I wish I'd never made, some bar room fights where I should've walked away. Times when I have left though I knew I should stay, too busy drinking when I needed to pray. It's been mostly all work and not much playing, a whole lot of leaving and not much staying. But if I had it to do over again, I'm pretty sure I wouldn’t change a darn thing.