It's the way you say, "Thank you, ma'am,"
And the way you tip your hat,
It's how you know right from wrong
That tells me where you're at
Your spine of steel, your heart of gold
The way you get the tough jobs done,
You calmly play the hand you're dealt,
You're America's native son.
Your truth is plain and simple,
Your arms are open wide,
The stranger at the bunkhouse door
Is welcome to come inside.
You read the wind, you hear the rain
You are connected to the earth,
You love, respect and honor
The nation of your birth.
Years of work show on your hands
And in the creases of your face,
The pride you find in daily toil
Adds dignity and grace.
You're a friend who comes when called,
Staying 'til the end,
You like to handle heartbreak
By helping fences mend.
When storm clouds start to gather
You know they won't last long,
Your eyes still have a twinkle
And your lips will sing a song.
If we no longer see you
It doesn't mean you're hard to find,
Cowboy soul will live forever
In the heart and in the mind.
Thank the Lord for cowboy soul,
The courage to be free,
Showing us the spirit
That lives in you and me.
