The Cowboy Way of Life
Written by: Christopher Williams
Written by: Christopher Williams
Well, I was standing there in line
Behind an old cowboy friend of mine
I could hear it all a little too well
As all my friend's wife did was yell
They tell you that cowboy's never cry
But truth be told, that's just a lie
It's just the cowboy way of life
That takes it's toll on the wife
It's the broken bones and the blood
And falling face first in the mud
That lets you know that you're alone
That makes you start missing home
I watched him as he hung up the phone
And I grew a little worried to call home
I had no idea what I would even say
So I turned around and simply walked away
I felt the dust kicked up by the strong wind
I felt lonesome, not knowing when I'd call again
It's just the cowboy way of life
That takes it's toll on the wife
It's the broken bones and the blood
And falling face first in the mud
That lets you know that you're alone
That makes you start missing home
With every ride, I was banged and bruised
With every win, I could only think of you
So after my final ride, I dialed home
I kept praying that you'd pick up the phone
It's just the cowboy way of life
That takes it's toll on the wife
It's the broken bones and the blood
And falling face first in the mud
That lets you know that you're alone
That makes you start missing home
"Hello, baby, you've been gone for too long
Don't you worry, now come on home."
