Pushing horns weren't easy like the movie said it was
And I don't recall no dance hall girls or hotel rooms with rugs
You worked hot and tired and nasty, rode your pony's head too low
And there were all the nights you couldn't sleep, 'cause it was too damn cold
And you'd sing Strawberry Roan and Little Joe
Like the time we hit the river, and the rains began to fall
And the water was rising so damn fast, we thought it'd drown us all
We lost a lot of steers that day, and four to five good mounts
But when all the boys rode into camp, we knew that's what counts
And we sang, Yippie Ti Yi Yay and Amazing Grace
Or the night they broke behind us, and then took us by surprise
I whistled out to Bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes
And he rode for all his horse would ride, and I know he done his best
But he crossed over Jordan, riding Dunny to his death
And we sang, Bringing In The Sheaves and The Rugged Cross
So when you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice
He never meant to bow them legs, or put that gravel in his voice
He's just chasing what he really loves, and what's burning in his soul
Wishing to God that he'd been born a hundred years ago
Still singing, Strawberry Roan and Little Joe
