I make my livin 8 seconds at a time,

Tryin to tame boilin hell by gougin ugly hide,

No room for fear if you got it find the door,

Cause this aint to find out if you aint Cowboy to the core,

(chorus)

I got a number on my back,

Scarred up chaps, spurs strapped to my boots,

The ride of my life a ton of dynamite

Waitin to blow sky high in the chutes,

I pull my rig up tight wrap my hand suicide,

Like every time before,

Pull my hat down low, move up on my rope, nod my head lets go,

and get cowboy to the core,

Some say im crazy right out of my mind

Cause rank bulls with slingin horns is how I spend my time,

It aint just the money the buckles or the crowds roar,

Its what gives me what Ive got to be,

and thats cowboy to the core,

(chorus)

I got a number on my back,

Scarred up chaps, spurs strapped to my boots,

The ride of my life a ton of dynamite

Waitin to blow sky high in the chutes,

I pull my rig up tight wrap my hand suicide,

Like every time before,

Pull my hat down low, move up on my rope, nod my head lets go,

and get cowboy to the core,

Ive had my share of bad wrecks,

Ive had more breaks than Ive got bones

But there aint no better high,

Than to hear that whistle before I feel the floor.

(chorus)

I got a number on my back,

Scarred up chaps, spurs strapped to my boots,

The ride of my life a ton of dynamite

Waitin to blow sky high in the chutes,

I pull my rig up tight wrap my hand suicide,

Like every time before,

Pull my hat down low, move up on my rope, nod my head lets go,

and get cowboy to the core

Yeah cowboy to the core....