Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive   Maybe in my younger days I could   But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit   And if I didn't love it so I would   I recall when folks thought I was great and all the riders used to hate   To see my name upon the enter door   Cause I could ride and I could rope the others seem they have no hope   A lookin' at a bickle that I wore   It's that all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four   Long days and lucky breaks have me alone   Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold   Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four      Folks don't seem to realize the thrill I get from every ride   That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me   Scratched and bruised my body aches from day to day to use its takes   Lord only knows the way that sets me free   Now my days have shorten up I'm out of breakes and out of luck   And the things will never be the same old way   As I look back and shed a tear sometimes I can almost hear   The echo of the judges they would say   You're the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four   Long days and lucky breaks helped me along   Working hard and riding fast and sleeping in the cold   Made me ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four   Yes I'm the ll around cowboy of nineteen sixty four