lifers

he wakes with the chickens and the waco sun

he's got mouths to feed and cattle to run

same as his daddy and his daddy done

it's all he's ever known

in this modern world movin' break-neck fast

he's a dyin' breed

a thing of the past

he'll be damned if he don't hit back

if you stand in his way

when there's nothin' more to say

so here's to the lifers

the struggle-and-strifers

workin' long after the day is done

here's to the broke-backs

the cowboys in old hats

the last of the great generation

it seems they still dream

she's a renaissance girl with a fire in her soul

she's got a pocket full of nothin'

nobody tells her no"