I suppose there's a better way to make a living
To make money so I could live in luxury
But the life behind a desk in a building
Would be like a prison sentence
to me
My manners are not refined or even polished
And my speech,
it may be crude to most, you see
I guess that I was just born a dreamer
But in my life I relish pride and being free
My clothes are high-heeled boots and a big hat
And the buckle on my belt I wear with pride
You might even find a snuff can in the pocket
Of these old, wore-out,
faded blue Levi's
Well, I'm a cowboy
on the rodeo circuit
And when it's time to ride, well, I bear down
and try But when I play, I go to some old,
crowded
barroom
And get drunk and wild along with the other
guys Well,
I know it can't go on like this forever
And I may be a fool just running wild through life
But it's my life and I'll live it to the fullest
And I can look back
and say that it was right
And someday when my roving days are finally all over
Well I can picture a little home down beside a stream
And with the son and his mother sitting by me
And with love,
I'll help him strive to reach his dream