Pushing horns weren't easy, like the movies said it was.And I don't recall no
dancehall girls and hotel rooms with rugs. You worked hot and tired and nasty
rode your pony's head to low.And there were all them night you could'nt sleep
cause it was to damn cold.And you sing strawberry row and a 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 drown us. We lost alot of steers
that day and 45 good mounts, but when all the boys rode into camp. We knew
that's what counts, and we sing yippie tye yie aye and amazing grace.
O
the night they broke behind us saying it took us bye suprise and I whistled out
to Bonnie I seen the terror in his eyes. And he rode for all his horse could
ride and I knew he done his best but he crossed over jordan riding Bonnie to
his death, and we'd sing bring in the sheets 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 but that gravel in his voice. He's just chasing what he really
love and what burning in his soul. Wishing to god that he'd been born a hundred
years ago still singing, strawberry row and a little joe......