Riding tall in the saddleHead high, legs boldPushing 200 cattleDown an old gravel roadHey, that's a man you call Mr.He's known around these partsFor chasing wild horsesAnd breaking wild heartsHere's hopingThere'll always beA cowboyOn a long-distance rideUnder wide-open skiesHis hands never slipped on the reinsA job he can't get away fromOn a Sunday to pray someBut the Lord knows he's never gonna strayHere's hopingThere'll always beA cowboyHe's got a pail of hot waterThat's sleep in his eyesCause there's a heiferDown the roadDown calvin'She picked the middle of the nightYeah, he works every muscleTo pull the calf out aliveHe sees something preciousIn that new mother's eyesHere's hopingThere'll always beA cowboyDriving herd through the nightThere comes morning lightHis work's just begun for the dayHe knows enough about cattleTo know that sometimes it's a battleHe never says a lot about a little painHere's hopingThere'll always beA cowboyI came down from the cityI said I'd arriveI said I'd arriveAt the ranch before daybreakFor his last cattle driveWell, my father's getting olderAnd that's understoodBut he still breaks horsesLike I never couldHere's hopingThere'll always beThere'll always beA cowboyThere'll always beA cowboyYeahYeahYeah© transcript Emily Beynon