By L.M. Larson

You see them in the rodeo parades 
These rough, handsome men dressed up for the day 
In hats and boots, shirt and tie
Their horses gleaming and stepping high

You think, what a glorious way of life
Spending the day riding horses without any strife
I wish I could trade just one day 
To be a cowboy and ride away

But you forget my friend, this is a show
A cowboy’s life isn’t easy you know
There’s livestock to feed and pens to clean
Manure to haul and fences that lean

It’s up before dawn and work till night
Fighting the heat, the cold and bugs that bite
The only glory a cowboy will ever receive
Is the freedom to work and fight for what he believes.



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