I look at you and your life style
And it takes me back awhile--
Of the many miles ridden--
Things that was good and some, forbidden--
Of the many places I used to roam,
Never stayin' long enough to call 'em home--
Of the many years that was dry and wet
And the many people that I've met.
There's been a lot of good ones, few bad--
Of the memories of friends I've had.
I used to do what you're doin' now.
I've followed the rear of many a cow.
I've chased the wimmin and drank the beers--
Spent the money and roped the steers.
In you I see what I used to be--
Like a colt still runnin' free.
One of these days you too will get older--
Summers will be shorter and the winters colder--
Maybe find a place to call yer own,
And a pretty little wife, so's you won't be alone.
As you travel through life many a mile,
I hope ya think of this ol' cowboy once in a while...
May not see you again till we meet in the end,
But I'm proud to have known you as a friend.
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