The cowboys had a rough life
They rode for hours on end
Herdin’ those cows was difficult
Good weather they couldn’t depend
Their days were long and weary
And at night when they’d bed down
They didn’t have a comfortable place
That was firm and warm and sound
They’d roll out their sleeping bags
After a campfire meal of beans
No place to take a bath or shower
It’s a hard life to me it seems
But they paved the way to now
When we have it so very easy
In out of the pouring rain
And wind so cold and breezy
I see a few guys out riding the range
Just like in an old western story
Herding the cows, sheep or goats
That is part of the life of a cowboy!
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