He's Just A Cowboy
He’s Just a Cowboy
(R Moore)

Oh, the high-country snows came in early October
The icy winds cut through his coat
His cows on the prairie needed three days of feed
God willin’ the devil would not succeed today

As the day came to closing, he knelt by the fire
And felt his bones starting to thaw
The stars in the sky looked down for a spell
knowing he’s beaten another cold day to hell

He’s his own boss, don’t boss him around
He can bulldog the devil down to the ground
A renaissance man two steps out of time
He’s just a cowboy and a cowboy is one of a kind

He rises each morning while the sun is still sleeping
The coffee in his cup is so black night can’t see
He saddles his Dan and rides out again
Holding on tightly to life by the old leather reigns

He’s tough in ways that nobody knows
He learned life from knocking the skin off his nose
Don’t ask, he won’t tell you how he got so wise
He’s just a cowboy and a cowboy is one of a kind

He never dreamed of castles or kingdoms
Or heroes from comic book pages
All that he needs is a horse and a saddle
And a few thousand wide open spaces
He always believed a man should be free
Cause a man don’t belong to no one
And no one, God save his soul

He was born to a mother like all human beings
He lives with his habits and his scars
When he’s done with living you won’t know when he dies
He’s just a cowboy and a cowboy is one of a kind

He’s just a cowboy,
he’s one of a kind