Cowboys Are Cowboys Just the Same
by Blain Williams

Up every mornin' at the crack of dawn Before the wife and kids, I'm gone. Fire up the truck and head thru the holl'r Off to earn that all mighty dollar.

Drive into the city and stay there all day Converge with the masses, work for my pay. Jump back in the truck and head to the ranch, Saddle the horses, ride every chance.

The chores are all done, the kids are in bed Another day's end at our little homestead, I jump in the shower, then lay down to rest, Close my eyes, and ride into the West.

I think of a place, heaven on earth, And can't help but wonder, what is it worth. I dream of a place where cowboys still roam And suddenly realize it's right here at home.

There's many a cowboy not out on the range But cowboys are cowboys just the same.

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