and a hundred before that
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneth his hat.
The cold flame burns with in him
'Till his skin is cold as ice
And the dues he paid to ger here
Are worth every sacrifice.
All the miles spent sleepy drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the "if I's and nearly's,'
All the bandages and pain,
All the female tears left dryin',
All the fever in the fight
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonite.
Its guts and love and glory,
One mortals chance at fame,
His legacy is RODEO
And COWBOY is his name.
By Baxter Black