I’ve never spent a lot of time in any city-
To tell the truth, that living’s not my style.
I’d rather be astride some Texas pony…
In the country where a man can see for miles.
I’ll never be a whiz with a computer-
Some people say I barely write my name.
I can rope, and ride, and work with ornery cattle-
I guess that is my only claim to fame.
I’ve been told that I act like a stuck-up person.
And often act like I have too much pride.
The truth be known, I guess I’m kinda bashful…
And keep my feelin’s bottled up inside.
I’ve been baked out in the Arizona desert-
And I’ve frozen in the California peaks…
And I wore my western clothes to West Virginia-
Where the people look at cwboys like we’re freaks.
I have known a lot of people who would change me.
And try to put some polish on my style…
I still speak my peace at almost all occasions…
No matter who, or whom, my words may rile.
I will treat you with respect when I first meet you-
And I expect for you to treat me just the same.
I won’t change my ways to suit another’s fancy…
I’m just what you see… a cowboy’s all I claim.