The Cowboy In Me

The cowboy in me always rides on a horse Wearing six guns, crisp blue jeans and always, of course My boots and my hat and a fancy white shirt Though my job is quite risky, I never get hurt. My ranch is gynormous, it’s so big in fact It takes me all day to get there and back. And when I get home all safe and all sound It really feels good when my feet hit the ground High in my saddle, my horse at a trot I see cattle, coyotes and really a lot Of rabbits and sheep and antelope, too Too many to count, it’s just like a zoo. I ride on the range most every day Through rain and through snow and I honestly say That I never get cold and I never get wet But sometimes I’m hungry and I often regret Not eating my breakfast before I ride off With a stomach that’s empty but that isn’t enough To make me stay home and do I need mention There are critters out there than need my attention? My dog, Rex, rides with me, my constant companion Running beside as we search Mystery Canyon A place that’s so spooky it gives me the willies But my Mom laughs at me, says I must have the sillies To think there’s a place such as this on my ranch But she never rides with me, so there isn’t a chance That she knows all my secrets, the places I roam But ‘til that day comes, she can just stay at home I count all my cattle, one steer at a time But I lose count at nine-thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine Then I start over beginning at one Do you think that my counting will ever be done? If you think counting cattle is really that hard Just look at the sky and try counting stars Or perhaps you could even try counting some sheep But when I do that, it always puts me to sleep When I sit by the campfire and play my guitar The coyotes all listen and howl from afar They seem to enjoy the songs that I’m playing And I imagine them out there dancing and swaying To the music that’s drifting through the lovely night air As the crickets join into this merry affair And soon we’re all singing the songs that we love As we watch shooting stars in the dark sky above Oh, what a life that a young cowboy leads Fulfilling his fantasies, fulfilling his needs. A great big adventure and a comfort to know. It’s an adventurous life that he’ll never outgrow And maybe you’ll join him as he rides on the range I’m sure you’d enjoy it; it’s nothing he’d change. But sadly that day will just have to wait ‘Cause on his next birthday, he’ll only be eight!