The Cowboys Way Of Life Poem by William Mowell

A cowboys way of life is strange
Hard living, hard drinking, never gonna change
The lovin' ain't great, and we're never at home
Long nights ahead, forever to roam

Stubborn as hell, never listening to reason
The chill of an early fall, our favorite season
The hat on our head, will always be there
The high tech age, we haven't a prayer

Farm life is the only life we know
The soil on the ground, is all we can sow
City lights wont bother us at night
In a barroom stare, we will start the fight

The songs that they sing, can only be true
'When The Cowboy Rides Away' like a tattoo
Abundance of confidence, lack of luster
We spend most of our lives, being a bull buster

An old huntin' dog and a 12 gauge
We all reminisce about the wild west days
The farmers daughter is our Paris
We've never stepped foot on a terrace
This way of life has taken a back seat
To hookers and dealers selling on the street