Cowboys are special as the song goes
Puts a calming hand on his horse's nose
Hooves were trimmed just a bit too close
Weeks in ice Old Dan soaked
And there the cowboy by his side
Through the bitter wind, through the night
Whispering to him "You'll be all right"
The two of them tough as rawhide
True Grit
True Grit
Fixing fences, clearing trails
Turning tires, pulling nails
True Friends we ran a straight line
Never judged his ways nor did he judge mine
True Grit
True Grit
Back to the wall his chances frail
He's taken many-a-hit
Tough through it all he did not fail
He truly is True Grit
