Song Description
Used to ride the range on his old horse Buck; Now he travels in his pickup truck. Used to like to sleep neath the stars alone; now he only goes with his wireless phone
| Song Length |
2:38 |
Genre |
Country - Cowboy, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Relaxed, Cheerful |
Subject |
Cowboy |
| Similar Artists |
Jim Croce |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
He used to ride the range on his old horse Buck
Now he travels in his pickup truck
Used to like to sleep 'neath the stars alone
Now he only goes with his wireless phone
Once quick on his feet, fists at the ready
Now he wonders, did his stocks hold steady
His ways have changed, but 'neath settled dust
Ain't no one in this world I'd rather put my trust
He's a cowboy, still a cowboy
In his head and heart, he knows right from wrong
He's a cowboy, still a cowboy
And to him I sing this song
His dad was mean but his mom was meaner
At 5:00 am she's an all-State screamer
Get your lazy ass up, from that bed
Your daddy needs your help, to run this spread
Eggs from the chickens, milk from the cow
Hay for the horses, feed for the sow
Shovel all the crap from manure heaven
Back to the house, for breakfast at seven
He's a cowboy, still a cowboy
In his head and heart, he knows right from wrong
He's a cowboy, still a cowboy
And to him I sing this song
Now he sits in his chair, sippin' tea
Tellin' tales, kids on his knee
"Ridin', ropin', goin' half-crazed
I'll tell you boys, those were the days"
He's a cowboy, still a cowboy
In his head and heart, he knows right from wrong
He's a cowboy, still a cowboy
And to him I sing this song