When he was five years old his mom took him down to the round corral   To watch his dad work the young horse they called Smokey man did that horse buck   But his old dad just sat up there and rode him like there was nothin' to it   Right then the boy gained a whole new respect for the man   And from that day on he knew that when he grew up he wanted to be a cowboy      Seventeen cowboys' dreams ain't on fixin' fences   Once he's seen 'em ride in old Cheyenne   Ranch routine and his old man's schemes   This ain't where his heart is but you know his daddy understands   Noonday comes father and son sit down and eat their dinner   Beneath that big Wyoming sky   His daddy knows he's gotta let him go the boy can't be a winner   If he don't spread his wings and fly   And in his mind he's riding bulls down in Las Vegas   Soon he'll be on a train that leads to Santa Fe   Sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages calls another cowboy on his way      Fencin's done and the morning sun finds him packed and ready   Momma kissed his cheek and then she went inside   His old man well he shook his hand said son you ride 'em pretty   Didn't see the tears that his momma cried   And in his mind he's riding...