Come one dark and dismal day,
it rained to hard to put up hay.
So off to the hills to round up stray,
a cowboy works hard to earn his pay.
Long in the saddle no time to rest,
life is hard out here in the west.
Many a times you're put to the test,
to see who is the stronger, who is the best.
To much to drink I'm going to be sore,
and once I lay down I'm going to snore.
Then when I awake it's the same as before,
lots of new jobs and an forgotten old chore.
Back in the saddle and back to the range,
its always the same it won't ever change.
Bringing the stock up to the grange,
hoping for company, conversation to exchange.
Down on the plains where the dust devils blow,
the dust in the air gives the sun an orange glow.
Sunsets are something that God did bestow,
but when it gets hot we're wishing for snow.
Yes life in the saddle is not very easy,
sometimes the smell will make you real queasy.
Then long trips on the trail made you look sleazy,
and all them TV cowboys really seem cheesy.
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