(i used to want to be a) cowboy

i used to want to be a cowboy

spent my childhood dreamin' that

wearing spurs and boots and six guns

and a big ten-gallon hat

chasin' outlaws

savin' ladies

bustin' broncs at rodeos

riding off into the sunset

like they do in picture shows

i used to want to be a cowboy

i dreamed about it until the day

that a green-eyed texas lady

smiled and stole my heart away

now i'm trackin' down a livin'

and as far as i can see

right now i'm just as much a cowboy

as i'm ever gonna be

'cause my round-ups at a truck stop

the trails a super slab

i wear boots up in the saddle

of my eighteen wheelers cab

riding hell bent for the bunkhouse

just across the georgia line

where tonight

i'll see my lady

and that little boy of mine

and he wants to be a cowboy

you know somehow i kind of expected that

wearing spurs and boots and six guns

and a big ten-gallon hat

and all my cowboy dreams are livin'

in that little buckaroo

cowboys often end up daddies

you know i'm really glad

they do

and he wants to be a cowboy

just the way his daddy did

when he's on his broomstick pony

he's hoppy

roy and the sisco kid

and he wants to be a cowboy

just the way his daddy did