Cowboy is his Name

There's a hundred years of history,

And a hundred before that,

All gathered in the thinkin'

Goin' on beneath this hat.

And back behind his eyeballs

And pumpin' through his veins,

Is the ghost of every cowboy

That ever held the reins.

Every coil in his lasso's

Been thrown a million times,

His quite concentrations

Been distilled through ancient minds.

It's evolution workin'

When silver scratches hide,

And a ghostly cowboy chorus

Fills his head and says 'let's ride'.

The cold flame burns within him

'Till his skins as cold as ice,

And the dues he paid to get here

Are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spent sleep drivin

'All the money down the drain,

All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's'

All the bandages and pain.

All the female tears left dryin

'All the fever and the fight,

Are just a small down payment

On the ride he makes tonight.

It's guts and love, and glory

One mortal's chance at fame,

His legacy is rodeo,

And cowboy is his name.