A cowboy’s life has wonder That a man could never know Till he laced a girth, and saddled up And he had a red hot go Like a kid without a pillow A stranger on the run Or a dog without a bone Or the sky without the Sun Like a boat upon the bi you Or a shot from out ‘cha gun Or a musk rat in your pillow And the seasons on the run Like a pony on the prairie And a bird upon the wing Or a belly full ‘o bourbon And the songs ya just can’t sing A cowboy’s life has wonders That a man could never know Till he laced a girth, and saddled up And he had a red hot go For a cowboy’s life has wonders That a man could never know Till he laced a girth, and saddled up And he had a red hot go Yet still we sleep while we count our sheep ‘neath the weep Of the whisperin’ willow And still we sleep, while we count our sheep, beneath the weep Of the whispering willow.
