Cowboy To The Bone
jackiejohnson
I could sit a bronc... before I learned to walk
I could swear like a vaquero, before I knew how to talk
When I step up in a stirrup, I get that urge to roam
I'm a son of the Lone Star and I'm Cowboy To The Bone
I'm Cowboy To The Bone
I can string them strays together, head 'em up and move 'em out
In all kinds of weather, that's what I'm all about
I can take 'em up or down the trail, or back where they belong
Get-a-long little doggies, I'm Cowboy To The Bone
I'm Cowboy To The Bone
I can ride a bull in Cheyenne and then drive all night long
I can be there before breakfast and still bring it on
I can jump on a wild one, and ride it all day long
I'm at home in the saddle and I'm Cowboy To The Bone
I'm Cowboy To The Bone
I can ride hell bent for leather, rope and throw a running steer
I can whip my weight in wildcats, and shotgun a tall boy beer
I can run with the wild bunch, or I can kick it on my own
I'm full of fight like a Saturday night, and I'm Cowboy To The Bone
I'm Cowboy To The Bone