Such a Thing As a Cowboy

When there was such a thing as a cowboy And the open range was still wild and free— When there was such a thing as the Old West— A man could be what he wanted to be. When the far plains were ripe with the longhorns And buffalo thundered the sage for miles— When there were still railheads and Dodge City— We raised our glasses to life with all smiles. When the blue of western sky was endless And prairies spread as far as you could see— When there was such a thing as wild horses— This was still the heart and land of the free. When there was such a thing as a man’s word, You could seal bargains with just a handshake— A solemn vow was as good as pure gold— The look in your eye was all it would take. Yes, there is such a thing as a cowboy, There is a part of him still in us all-- He was someone that we could look up to— He’s why we ride in our saddles real tall. And when there’s no such thing as a cowboy, The whole world will be an emptier place— But there IS such a thing as a cowboy— God rides the sky with a cowpuncher’s face.