A Cowboy Like Me
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๐ Lyrics
Just barely eighteen when the Great War was through
Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew
Hard life and death was all that I'd seen
Ridin' hellbent for leather in search of a dream
I rode drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail
Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail
My hard dusty wages played out way too soon
On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon
All I have left is my stories to tell
Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they could be
A cowboy like me
Spent one lonely winter in an old line shack
With beans in my belly, rain on my back
A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow
With cattle to attend to at forty below
Then it's back for the round up in April or May
You round up the calves boys, and you cut out the strays
You might touch a woman 'fore the long summer ends
And it's back to the line shack, do it all again
All I have left is my stories to tell
Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they could be
A cowboy like me
I've given some bad guys a hard way to go
I busted my bones in them old time rodeos
I might have stretched truth, Lord, but I've never lied
Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side?
But I rode with Cole Younger and New Jesse James
Me and old Wyatt used to ride on the range
And men all said, "Sir" to my Colt .45
And I was with Hitchcock the night that he died
All I have left is my stories to tell
Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they could be
A cowboy like me
Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew
Hard life and death was all that I'd seen
Ridin' hellbent for leather in search of a dream
I rode drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail
Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail
My hard dusty wages played out way too soon
On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon
All I have left is my stories to tell
Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they could be
A cowboy like me
Spent one lonely winter in an old line shack
With beans in my belly, rain on my back
A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow
With cattle to attend to at forty below
Then it's back for the round up in April or May
You round up the calves boys, and you cut out the strays
You might touch a woman 'fore the long summer ends
And it's back to the line shack, do it all again
All I have left is my stories to tell
Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they could be
A cowboy like me
I've given some bad guys a hard way to go
I busted my bones in them old time rodeos
I might have stretched truth, Lord, but I've never lied
Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side?
But I rode with Cole Younger and New Jesse James
Me and old Wyatt used to ride on the range
And men all said, "Sir" to my Colt .45
And I was with Hitchcock the night that he died
All I have left is my stories to tell
Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they could be
A cowboy like me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.50] Just barely eighteen when the Great War was through
[00:13.15] Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew
[00:17.55] Hard life and death was all that I'd seen
[00:22.45] Ridin' hellbent for leather in search of a dream
[00:29.55] I rode drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail
[00:34.18] Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail
[00:38.42] My hard dusty wages played out way too soon
[00:43.62] On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon
[00:51.23] All I have left is my stories to tell
[00:55.78] Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
[01:01.23] Nobody wants this pain and misery
[01:04.81] But there still are some who think they could be
[01:10.72] A cowboy like me
[01:16.14]
[01:19.93] Spent one lonely winter in an old line shack
[01:24.78] With beans in my belly, rain on my back
[01:29.27] A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow
[01:34.15] With cattle to attend to at forty below
[01:41.69] Then it's back for the round up in April or May
[01:46.33] You round up the calves boys, and you cut out the strays
[01:50.97] You might touch a woman 'fore the long summer ends
[01:56.16] And it's back to the line shack, do it all again
[02:01.19]
[02:03.65] All I have left is my stories to tell
[02:07.83] Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
[02:13.25] Nobody wants this pain and misery
[02:17.24] But there still are some who think they could be
[02:22.90] A cowboy like me
[02:26.43]
[02:32.76] I've given some bad guys a hard way to go
[02:37.17] I busted my bones in them old time rodeos
[02:41.51] I might have stretched truth, Lord, but I've never lied
[02:46.28] Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side?
[02:51.94]
[02:53.95] But I rode with Cole Younger and New Jesse James
[02:58.91] Me and old Wyatt used to ride on the range
[03:02.63] And men all said, "Sir" to my Colt .45
[03:08.51] And I was with Hitchcock the night that he died
[03:15.67] All I have left is my stories to tell
[03:20.19] Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
[03:25.29] Nobody wants this pain and misery
[03:29.19] But there still are some who think they could be
[03:34.72] A cowboy like me
[03:36.16]
[00:13.15] Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew
[00:17.55] Hard life and death was all that I'd seen
[00:22.45] Ridin' hellbent for leather in search of a dream
[00:29.55] I rode drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail
[00:34.18] Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail
[00:38.42] My hard dusty wages played out way too soon
[00:43.62] On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon
[00:51.23] All I have left is my stories to tell
[00:55.78] Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
[01:01.23] Nobody wants this pain and misery
[01:04.81] But there still are some who think they could be
[01:10.72] A cowboy like me
[01:16.14]
[01:19.93] Spent one lonely winter in an old line shack
[01:24.78] With beans in my belly, rain on my back
[01:29.27] A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow
[01:34.15] With cattle to attend to at forty below
[01:41.69] Then it's back for the round up in April or May
[01:46.33] You round up the calves boys, and you cut out the strays
[01:50.97] You might touch a woman 'fore the long summer ends
[01:56.16] And it's back to the line shack, do it all again
[02:01.19]
[02:03.65] All I have left is my stories to tell
[02:07.83] Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
[02:13.25] Nobody wants this pain and misery
[02:17.24] But there still are some who think they could be
[02:22.90] A cowboy like me
[02:26.43]
[02:32.76] I've given some bad guys a hard way to go
[02:37.17] I busted my bones in them old time rodeos
[02:41.51] I might have stretched truth, Lord, but I've never lied
[02:46.28] Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side?
[02:51.94]
[02:53.95] But I rode with Cole Younger and New Jesse James
[02:58.91] Me and old Wyatt used to ride on the range
[03:02.63] And men all said, "Sir" to my Colt .45
[03:08.51] And I was with Hitchcock the night that he died
[03:15.67] All I have left is my stories to tell
[03:20.19] Heaven's too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
[03:25.29] Nobody wants this pain and misery
[03:29.19] But there still are some who think they could be
[03:34.72] A cowboy like me
[03:36.16]