[Intro] Waimea wind blowin’ cold on my skin, Red dirt boots where the story begin. Before the mainland knew the cowboy sound, We had paniolo ridin’ up and down this ground. [Verse 1] From the hills of Kohala to the plains of Waipi‘o, Horses run wild where the old trails go. Portuguese gauchos came across the sea, Taught the kingdom style, set the paniolo free. Leather hat tilted, rope in his hand, Kūpa‘a hearts steady guarding the land. Before Nashville sang about the cowboy life, Hawai‘i had ‘em first — living bold, riding high. [Chorus] He’s the **original cowboy**, Waimea strong, paniolo boy. From the sunrise shine to the cool night breeze, Riding through the grasslands wild and free. He’s the **original cowboy**, Long before the mainland noise. Hear the saddle creak and the ‘ukulele play — Paniolo pride never fades away. [Verse 2] Red dirt on jeans and a country-style sway, Slack key guitar meets the reggae bass play. Aloha in his voice, grit in his stride, No cowboy like the ones from the Big Island side. Kūpuna told stories ‘bout the old round-ups, Wild bulls running through the valley’s ruts. Still today, the mana rides with each new son, Waimea boys holding strong — the legacy lives on. [Chorus] He’s the **original cowboy**, Waimea strong, paniolo boy. From the sunrise shine to the cool night breeze, Riding through the grasslands wild and free. He’s the **original cowboy**, Long before the mainland noise. Hear the saddle creak and the ‘ukulele play — Paniolo pride never fades away. [Bridge] From Parker Ranch to the old stone walls, Echoes of hooves still answer the calls. Island country born from a royal brand — No cowboy deeper than the heart of this land. [Final Chorus] He’s the **original cowboy**, Waimea strong, paniolo boy. Reggae rhythm with a country soul, That paniolo spirit never gets old. He’s the **original cowboy**, True to the roots, true to the soil — Forever riding where the winds blow high… Big Island pride in the Waimea sky.
