Cowpony

Let me tell you a story, about my cowpony
He was dappled and flea bit, with dark eyes of brown
Bought him from an old man who lived in Wyoming
He breeded good horses a few miles from town

As a boy I had learned how to work these cowponies
But the breaking of this grey, his bloodline would tell
He could duck, he could dive, hop up to the sky
But keep your ass in the cantle and cowboy you'll learning well

Well, he was always a friend through wide country we'd roam
And when a long day got dark, he'd guide me back home
There were wrecks, bronc rides, but we turned out alright
You know it takes good cowponies, to turn out good hands
And it took that cowpony, to make me a man

Well, the heifers would stomp, and the old cows would charge
But he never showed fear when his good life got hard
He was a biter, he was a fighter, born brave and so bold
I wish I never had to sell him; I wish I never let him go

Cause there'll never be another cowpony I'll ride
That'll feel like a brother, standing by my side
For he taught me how to handle, the woolly and wild
Taught me how to cowboy, and work with a smile

Well, he was always a friend through wide country we'd roam
And when a long day got dark, he'd guide me back home
There were wrecks, bronc rides, but we turned out alright
You know it takes good cowponies, to turn out good hands
And it took that cowpony, to make me a man