I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'   To make money so I could live in luxury   But the life behind a desk in a building   Would be like a prison sentence to me   My manners are not refined or even polished   and my speech it may be crude to most you see   I guess that I was just born a dreamer   But in my life I relish pride and being free   My clothes are high heeled boots and a big hat   and the buckle on my belt I wear with pride   You might even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out faded   blue Levi's   Well I'm a cowboy   on the rodeo circuit   and when it's time to ride Well I bear down and try   but when I play I go to some ol' crowded bar room   and get drunk & wild along with the other guys   Well I know it can't go on like this forever   and I maybe a fool just runnin' wild through life   But it's my life and I'll live it to the fullest   and I can look back and say that it was right   And some day when my rovin' days are finally all over   Well I can picture a little home down beside a stream   and with a son and his mother sittin' by me and with love I'll help him to   strive to reach his dream.   Good Cowgirls keep their calves together *grin*