Listening to every heart
I will take the real cowhand
the one that treasures cows and land
and takes care of it, through dust and dirt
and never grumbles when he's hurt.
I will take the real cowpoke
on concrete streets, he'd surely choke
on gas fumes, he'd rather eat dust
in him, I place my soul to trust.
I will take the real cowboy,
he favors not the little boy toys,
but his horse, his woman, and his name
to the real cowman, it's not a game.
Well done, 'Slinger - keep them coming.