The Cowboy Lives Forever

The cowboy lives forever

And dreams ...

As long as there's a faded pair of blue jeans

Wide brimmed hats and leather

There's a little bit of Roy and Dale in all of us

Though all of us don't wear the cowboy boots and spurs

A man will dream of rescuing a damsel in distress

He was born from the dust of the western plain

Raised up tall and straight like a cactus tree

And the girl likes to dream that it's her

He's John Wayne, he's Gene Autry, he's me

His home range stretches from Hawaii to Maine

You can find a cowgirl at the rodeo

She'll shuffle to the two-step like the cowboys do

She might be wearing petticoats or maybe boots and chaps

She's Patsy Cline, Loretta, Kitty Wells or Emmylou or maybe you