Damn Good Cowboy

There's a damn good Cowboy
Lives out in the hills
Works hard for the brand
Till the sun disappears

The world made him rough
But he hired out tough
Never asked for a thing
All he has is enough

Some say he's gone, It's all in past
The way of the Cowboy
Wasn't made to last
Seems every day you hear somebody say
The old west is gone
It's just wrinkled remains

Ain't skilled in conversation
His minds someplace else
On a job that needs doing
Rather keep to himself

May strike you as different
But it don't matter none
He does things the old way
He'll carry on

Some say he's vanished. Some say he's gone
But the Cowboy's still out
On the range he calls home
Seems every day you hear somebody say
They've all faded to dust
With those old western ways

Well I've learned quite a lot
From this old hired hand
The boys call him pard
I call him Dad

And maybe someday
I can be a lot like him
Or lucky enough to be
Half the man

And I hope that he's proud, of the things that I've done
Pass on the torch
Between Father and Son
Seems every day you hear somebody say
They've all faded to dust
With those old western ways
Lost in the wind
Like an old coyote song
But the cowboy ain't gone
He'll carry on
No cowboys aint gone
We'll carry on