Cowboy

Riding on the range with his six gun at his side,
He’s heading into town with a sneer he can’t hide,
Doesn’t wanna fight, but a fight he will find,
Nothing up his sleeve ‘cause he ain’t the cheating kind.

High in the saddle he heads into battle,
One bullet is all that he brings,
Hushes the room when he walks in saloons, and everyone sings.

‘Cause he’s a cowboy, a cowboy, cowboy,
A cowboy, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
A cowboy, a cowboy, a cowboy,
A cowboy, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

Sleeping ‘neath the stars with a wary, open eye,
A cactus for a pillow; he can hear the coyote’s cry,
He doesn’t need no woman, no partner at his side,
A loner and a rambler, with that outlaw pride.

High in the saddle he heads into battle,
One bullet is all that he brings,
Hushes the room when he walks in saloons, and everyone sings.

‘Cause he’s a cowboy, cowboy, cowboy,
A cowboy, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Cowboy, a cowboy, cowboy,
A cowboy, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

High in the saddle he heads into battle,
One bullet is all that he brings,
Hushes the room when he walks in saloons, and everyone sings.

‘Cause he’s a cowboy, cowboy, cowboy,
A cowboy, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Cowboy, a cowboy, cowboy,
Yah, giddy-up, giddy-up, hey,
Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy, whoa,
‘Cause he’s a cowboy, cowboy, cowboy,
Yah, giddy-up, giddy-up, hey.

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