I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin' To make money so I could live in luxury But the life behind a desk in a building Would be like a prison sentence to me My manners are not refined or even polished And my speech it may be crude to most you see I guess that I was just born a dreamer But in my life I relish pride and being free My clothes are high heeled boots and a big hat And the buckle on my belt I wear with pride You might even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out faded Blue levi's Well I'm a cowboy On the rodeo circuit And when it's time to ride well I bear down and try But when I play I go to some ol' crowded bar room And get drunk & wild along with the other guys Well I know it can't go on like this forever And I maybe a fool just runnin' wild through life But it's my life and I'll live it to the fullest And I can look back and say that it was right And some day when my rovin' days are finally all over Well I can picture a little home down beside a stream And with a son and his mother sittin' by me and with love I'll help him to Strive to reach his dream. Good cowgirls keep their calves together *grin* Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com