Cowboy’s Way

Cowboy’s Way (Larry W. Jones 01/03/2011) (song #6516)To a cowpoke’s ear, the bawl of a steerIs a melody of the plainsAnd when gray coyotes make their howling notesTo him it’s just a grateful strainAnd his cowboy song as he rides alongIs all about his pretty galWith her golden hair she’ll be waiting thereBy the gate of the old corralFor a king’s gold crown in a big old townHe would turn down and never changeFor his life is free on the wide prairieRiding out on the western rangeHis eyes are open to everything thereBut there’s nothing to make him fretAnd if now and then his soul has a careIt will bring him no cold regretThe loud pounding beat of his pony’s feetOn the sod as he rides alongIs in harmony with the melodyOf his light hearted cowboy songHe still rides the way as in yesterdayWith a big holler and a hootWith a tightened cinch that won’t give an inchWhen he digs with a roweled bootThe skies may turn grey and make cowboys prayAnd the wind may blow cold and moanBut a cowboy’s way is his only wayThe saddle is a cowboy’s throneSo, saddle up boys for the ride todayJust look at those big western skiesAnd we’ll know the joys of a cowboy’s wayFor I can see it in your eyes Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.