He's a rodeo hand a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed   Rollin' where the urge tells him to go   And all this cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees   To get him to the next big rodeo   Now most athletes take alfalfa pills and super B's    A cowboy don't need all that motern stuff   A cowboy's gotta be lean and mean he trains on caffine and nicotine   And them all night drives help to make him tough      He's underfed and under paid and too damn hungry to be afraid   Some where between the crazy and insane   Cowboys ain't afraid pf dyin' shoot he'd even ride a red eyed Lion   If you'd show him where to take the rein   Now the only coach a cowboy needs is a growlin' gut that says come on let's eat   So tonight cowboy you better make a winning ride   Bout the only thing that makes him go   Is that big gold buckle waitin' down the road   And a bad case of too much cowboy pride