Chris Ledoux Cowboy Like Me Lyrics

Cowboy Like Me Lyrics

Just barely eighteen when the Great War was through



Ridin' and fighin' was all that I knew



Hard life and death was all that I seen



Ridin' hell bend for leather in search of a dream



I rode drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail



Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail



My hard dusty wages played out way too soon



On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon



All I have left is my stories to tell



Heavens too far and I'm plumb scared of hell



Nobody wants this pain and misery



But there still are some who think they could be a cowboy like me







I spent one lonely winter in an old line shack



With beans in my belly rain on my back



A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow



With cattle to attend to at forty below



And it's back for the round up in April or May



You round up the calf's boys and you cut out the strays



And you might touch a woman before the long summer ends



Then its back to the line shack and do it all again



And all I have left...







I've given some bad guys a hard way to go



I busted my bones in them old time rodeos



I might have stretched truth Lord but I've never lied



Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side



But I rode with Cole Younger and New Jesse James



Me and old Wyatt use to ride on the range



And men all said sir to my Colt 45



And I was with Hitchcock the night that he died



All I have left...