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 entry door.   'Cause I could ride and I could rope   The others seem they have no hope   A lookin' at a buckle 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.      --- Instrumental ---      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 it's takes   Lord, only knows the way that sets me free.      Now my days have shortened up   I'm out of breakes and out of luck   And 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 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.      Yes, I'm the all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four...