Still Alive ‘n Kick'N

Cowboys are a rough lot Full of grit & fight Hard to keep a hold of Slip off into the night Ride hell bent for leather Freezing rain or blazing sun Texas drought or blinding snow Will find them riding week in & week out When they give their word there's no doubt They ain't worried about Wall street Or the latest gossip spoke in town They've got cattle to doctor and miles of fence to pull Cowboys are a dying breed So I've heard it said But we're still alive & kick'ng Please don't bury us ‘til we're dead