Youíve been sitting there just laughing,
Ever since I came in here.
Iíve been driving hard since Tucson-
Thought Iíd have myself a beer.
I guess we do dress differently-
Me, with boots, and jeans, and hat...
You wear leathers, fly your ďcolorsĒ
I see nothiní wrong with that.
You ride your big old Harleys-
And I ride my Brahma bulls.
But your lives sure do seem empty-
While the one I live is full.
Weíre both misfits in this crazy world-
They say weíre both insane.
Me, because I love my freedom-
You, because you love your gang.
Youíve had your fun at my expense-
From the time I stepped inside.
Iíve tried hard, hoss, to ignore you...
But youíre stepping on my pride.
I guess the odds are kinda long-
For me to talk this way.
And if I was a smarter man-
Iíd probably walk away.
You see Iím just a cowboy-
But I wear the brand with pride!
If you canít mind your business...
Then follow me outside!
Thereís ten of you, and one of me-
But I guess thatís all right.
It might mean itís a massacre-
Rather than a fight.
All I want is elbow room...
And you want room to ride-
I gave you yours, now give me mine,
Or follow me outside.
"You come into this life crying, while the world rejoices. Your goal in life should be to live it in such a fashion, as to leave this world rejoicing,