"A Cowboy’s Day"

You get up at 6:30 and go to feed,
It’s the same every morning,
It’s a never-ending deed.
On the way back to the house,
The aroma of fresh coffee, bacon and eggs,
I love that smell, it puts a little spring in my legs.

You get in the house and pull up a chair,
You gulp down your breakfast it’s a hurried affair,
You know you have to get out and start cleaning stalls,
Because the longer you wait another pile of dung falls.
When you finish that you grab a saddle off the rack,
With Bailer twine you pull it together, and say,
That will last until I get my new side of leather.

The wife is freakin, says the water in stall four is leakin,
And when you’ve finished that chore,
There’s another stall that needs a new door.
It goes on like this, for most of the day,
It’s very rare there’s any time to play,

But it wouldn’t be the same without a wife,
Because just when you’re ready to take it out of gear,
And sit back and have a cold beer,
She’ll holler, oh when you’ve got some spare time,
You better saddle up that new colt, I’d do it myself,
But I’m pretty sure that he’ll bolt.

And if you get him rode,
I think I’ve got him sold.
Sure enough he tried to pitch,
Oh I know it sounds like all we do is bitch,
But it’s a good life, I wouldn’t trade it for a suit and tie,
That some office worker wears, I couldn’t sit all day,
With my ass stuck in a chair.

There’s not enough hours in the day for a Cowboy,
Just when you think you’re through, one of the horses
Comes in that has thrown a hind shoe,
You pull on your chaps, and tend to his feet,
Before you can go in the house, for something to eat.

You throw the herd a couple of bales of hay,
And you’re glad that it’s dark,
You can finally call it a day.