“Cowboy-up”Out behind the buckin’ chutes-
Strappin’ spurs of scuffed-up boots...
I guess I got to give her one more try,
They’ll put my bull in Number three-
That means two fools ahead of me-
I’ll “Cowboy-up”, it’s either do or die!
I’ll pry apart my ridin’ glove-
And rosin that old rope I love..
And dig down in my bag to find my bell-
I did real well three years ago-
But miles and spills will make you slow...
This year I’m just not doin’ very well.
But a cowboy’s life’s the life for me-
Ridin’ hard and livin’ free...
A lot of work, and just a bit of luck.
They call it “goin’ down the road”-
You either ride, or you get throwed...
But either way you have to “Cowboy-up”.
Yep, “Cowboy-up”! it has to be-
And travelin’ is my destiny...
I wired my entry fees to old Cheyenne
I hope I draw real good up there-
But if I don’t who really cares?
I’ll give the wheel of life just one more spin.