Cowboys. are a strange and funny breed,
Some are smart and some can't read;
Some work hard and some are lazy,
They make us laugh and drive us crazy.
Some are found atop a horse,
Some in drugstores, stars of course;
We see them on the Silver Screen,
Handsome devils, heir faces gleam!
Cowboys, the name itself is magic,
At times, their lives are tragic;
Hank Williams, Tom Mix, Jim Reeves,
For these cowboys, our hearts bleed.
Cowboys, they're fading, out of style,
Yet memories hold them on awhile;
And the pages of a western book,
brings back the boys that time has took.
Cowboys, without them, would the west be won?
Their women, their boozing, their outrageous fun?
To me, they'll never be buried or dead,
They'll be remembered here in my head.
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