Paul Bogart - The Cowboy Way

You ain't much on crowds
But you're at home in a herd
You love the feel of good leather
And a jingle in them spurs

There are days that you wonder
Why you do what you do
But it's a torch that you were handed
Not just a lifestyle that you choose

Hot 'n' tired and dusty
And cold to the bone
Through the wind and rain and lightning
Through the blowin' snow
Sit tall in that saddle if you tire and? ache
You were born to carry on
So carry on the cowboy way

In the morning you will cuss And swear you're getting old
But when you saddle up and leave that barn
You'll be riding that new ?
You don't trade stock on Wall Street
That ain't where you invest
You know your treasure lies over that next right
Just keep on riding west

Hot 'n' tired and dusty
And cold to the bone
Through the wind and rain and lightning
Through the blowin' snow
Sit tall in that saddle if you tire and? ache
You were born to carry on
So carry on the cowboy way

You were born to carry on
So carry on the cowboy way