West Texas Cowboy

There’s a place way out west called Texas
There’s a cow called the Texas Longhorn
Some kind of man called a cowboy
And Texas is where he was born
He wears a pair of old ragged blue jeans
A crumpled hat and a faded old shirt
And a half worn out pair of old cowboy boots
Polished up with that good Texas dirt
Oh he loves to rope and ride on his pony far and wide
Back on those old west Texas plains
And the prairie flowers blossom forever
On the steps of his home on th range
And he strolls with his brown-eyd darlin'
Down the trail of the dreams that they hold
And if he ever has to say farewell to Texas he’ll be sayin' goodbye to his soul
There’s a wide stretch of land
Near the old Rio Grande
Where the wind rushes on with a sigh
And the tumbleweeds roam
In a land all their own
'Neath a clear blue western sky
And in this mystical land called Texas
The cowboy will ever be free
For his soul will be found
In that sweet Texas ground
His heart on the rolling prairie
Oh he loves to rope and ride on his pony far and wide
Back on those old west Texas plains
And the prairie flowers blossom forever
On the steps of his home on the range
And he strolls with his brown-eyed darlin'
Down the trail of the dreams that they hold
And if he ever has to say farewell to Texas he’ll be sayin' goodbye to his soul
Oh yes and if he ever has to say farewell to Texas he’ll be sayin' goodbye to
his soul