Chances are You’re a Cowboy

If you taken a bad ride in Cheyenne or damn near drown at Fort Pierre

If you’ve lost your mind to Nashville on sad music and beer

If you’ve laughed about old broken bones and compared nasty scars

While the world is on a health kick you’ve got whiskey, chew and cigars

You’re a cowboy so keep on riding

Hide from the lawman what needs hiding

If you let a northern woman drive you south

Or you let a bad horse put gold in your mouth

Chances are you’re a cowboy

If you dream about Alaska and a cabin way up in the hills

If you’ve toasted a Texas buddy who succumbed to whiskey and pills

If you’ve wrapped your arms around an angel while forsaking the woman in your heart

If you need to make a good stand but can’t find the right place to start

You’re a cowboy so keep on riding

Hide from the lawman what needs hiding

If you let a northern woman drive you south

Or you let a bad horse put gold in your mouth

Chances are you’re a cowboy so keep on riding

Hide from the lawman what needs hiding

If you let a northern woman drive you south

Or you let a bad horse put gold in your mouth

Chances are you’re a cowboy