Saddle in his hands, spurs on his boots...
|God Bless the Cowboy
Fresh dirt on his knees as he kneels for the Anthem
Saddle in his hands, spurs on his boots
His horse slamming against the chutes
God bless the cowboy, he needs it
The saddle is cold and the horse is mad
He tips his hat to thank God for what is to be had
"Just give me 8 and I'll make it right"
He lives for this crowd on this Saturday night
Countless times he's almost died
Simply for the rush of that 8 second ride.
Lord, give me the courage as this broncs called outside
God bless the cowboy, God knows he's tried
He holds tight with a leather fist
As his horse comes out and it begins to buck good and twist
8 seconds has once again been overcome
He jumps from the beast
A 91 is scored as he begins to chuckle
He now knows he's won that silver buckle
The lonely cowboy has been given back his self esteem
He loves the rodeo and he's living his dream
The cowboy does exactly what he loves
Most people can't say they've lived that much,
So when you see the cowboy, you know he's tried
God bless the cowboy, he's kept his pride.
In memory of Gabriel Martinez