For the Love of the Cowboy Life

Whoever knew a Chicago Screw could bind more than leather and tack  

Hers needed fixing, well he had a knife, from that day they never looked back 

At that strip mall they said I do, before the county judge, a little girl baby boy not far behind

A few horses and cattle, growing the herd on a 62 acre single wide 

Dawn to dusk the sweat and the dust 

Forging the life of their dreams 

Living poor, working hard, paying the price

For their wont rain for nothin paradise

Freedom ain’t free and it sure ain’t easy 

But their rich with love and dignity 

For better or worse, through the joy and the strife 

For The Love of the Cowboy Life

Buy, sell and trade, another boy on the way, now their up to three home grown hands

Acre by acre, day by day, learning to ride for the brand 

She’s cooking and reading, he’s doing the teaching how to ride and rope with the best 

The bruises and blood, are healed by the sun, their humbled, tired and blessed

Dawn to dusk the sweat and the dust 

Forging the life of their dreams 

Living poor, working hard, paying the price

For that praying for rain paradise

Freedom ain’t free and it sure ain’t easy 

But their rich with love and dignity 

For better or worse, through the joy and the strife 

For The Love of the Cowboy Life 

When the doublewide split, she said, “That’s it, no more trailer living for me”

So they hand picked every stone, off the ground they own, far as the eye can see

Blue Hills Ranch, never knew they had a chance, to breath in the air free and clear

And dance to cheek to cheek, with the Cholla and Pine and the canyons wild and deep

Dawn to dusk the sweat and the dust 

Forging the life of their dreams 

Living poor, working hard, paying the price

For that flooded after one good rain paradise

Freedom ain’t free and it sure ain’t easy 

But their rich with love and dignity 

For better or worse, through the joy and the strife 

For The Love of the Cowboy Life 

Whoever knew a Chicago Screw could bind more than leather and tack