HE’S A COWBOY words & music by Lenny Solomon

© 2003 L. Solomon

He used to ride the range on his old horse Buck

Now he travels in his pickup truck

Used to like to sleep ‘neath the stars alone

Now he goes with his wireless phone

Once quick on his feet, fists at the ready

Now he wonders, did his stocks hold steady

His ways have changed, but in settled dust

Ain’t no one in this world I’d rather put my trust

He’s a cowboy, still a cowboy

In his head and heart, he knows right from wrong

He’s a cowboy, still a cowboy

And to him I sing this song

His dad was mean but his mom was meaner

At 5:00 am she’s an all-State screamer

Get your ass up, from that bed

Your daddy needs your help, to run this spread

Eggs from the chickens, milk from the cow

Hay for the horses, feed for the sow

Shovel all the crap from manure heaven

Back to the house, for breakfast at seven

He’s a cowboy, still a cowboy

In his head and heart, he knows right from wrong

He’s a cowboy, still a cowboy

And to him I sing this song

Now he sits in his chair, sippin’ tea

Tellin’ tales, kids on his knee

“Ridin’, ropin’, goin’ half-crazed

I’ll tell you boys, those were the days”

He’s a cowboy, still a cowboy

In his head and heart, he knows right from wrong

He’s a cowboy, still a cowboy

And to him I sing this song