He's just an old cowboy from back in the sand.
Counting his cattle and burning his brand.

A weather beaten hat pulled low on his head,
As he throws out hay from his old pickup bed.

A flat tire on the tractor and a rusted old jack.
His saddle is worn and he needs some new tack.

But the corn is planted and starting to show.
The alfalfa is standing all ready to mow.

The fence is all fixed and holding real strong.
He's just an old cowboy, plugging along.

From daylight to dark hard work and no fun.
Soaked by the rain and tanned by the sun.

His back has grown weak, his eyes a little dim.
He's just an old cowboy and I'm glad I know him.