There’s only so many ways I can write a song
about a cowboy riding his horse cross the range
Are there any new words I can use to describe
the rugged mountains that tower over the plains

What else can I say about them icy cold rivers
that rapidly flows down from a snow covered peak
Or the beauty of a simple life just living
in a line shack right next to a slow running creek

To tell you the feeling after a hard days ride
the warmth of the camp roll that I made for a bed
The sight of a full moon rising over the hill
the cattle standing still and my belly well fed

Is there another way to express how I feel
bout all them stars a shinin’ up there in the sky
Or about how nature lulls me to sleep each night
with the howl of a coyote or a night hawk’s cry

How many more stanzas can it possibly take
until you understand what a glorious sight
Seeing all them old cowboys that you call your friend
telling jokes and stories round the campfire at night

Heck, I suppose it don’t matter what rhymes I use
or trying to find some new words for me to give
You ain’t never gonna know lest you come out here
to the tall grass and live the way the cowboys live