I am not of this day and age
I much belong to the open range

My Texan spirit you cannot cage
I live by many an old adage

I feel at home with danger close
A gun on my hip and a glimmer of hope

I am like the antelope
Skittish with no way to cope

Tip my hat off to the side
Here or there I can’t decide

I’m a cowboy till I die
Thats is something you’ll never pry