forever a cowboy

he works by the seasons, not a clock on the wall, stacking hay in the summer, shipping calves in the fall, rides proud for the brand, he ain't one to complain, never has much to say, always thankful for the rain, forever a cowboy he defines the word grit, his only bad habit he don't know when to quit, free as the spirit that runs through his veins, forever a cowboy he will remain, now he's out mending fences in all kind of ways, the sun rises and sets and hes checking for strays, knows how to sort things out in all kinds of weather, through the good and the bad with a soul made of leather, forever a cowboy he defines the word grit, his only bad habit he don't know when to quit, free as the spirit that runs through his veins, forever a cowboy he will remain, heres to old rooster, woodrow and gus, silver screen cowboys but man they were tough, salt of the earth in the saddle he sings, about stories and places where cowboy is king, forever a cowboy he defines the word grit, his only bad habit he don't know when to quit, free as the spirit that runs through his veins, forever a cowboy he will remain, he hired on the double diamond singing "strawberry roan", he rides and old paint, he never felt more at home, free as the spirit that runs through his veins, forever a cowboy