Just a broken down cowboy all down on his luck He's been through the best of his friends On a long lonesome highway and an old pickup truck Crossed Texas with a hot dusty wind He was all around cowboy 1959 from the top it's been a long way down Since the whiskey and ladies started winning his time They rode him high and hard to the ground But he remembers the thrill of bein' a winner And the feeling of bein' a beginner in the days of his first rodeo But there was something about winning that didn't last forever But tomorrow it's bound to get better he'll be the all around cowboy again [ ac.guitar ] The windmills're turning on the west Texas plains but he's dry as an old river bed He's just like the dust that's a searching for rain but he knows he'll be ridin' again So he rolls up a smoke and he sips his Old Crow Whipes the whiskers that cover his chin He grins as he dreams of the next rodeo to be the all around cowboy again But he remembers the thrill...
