The cowboy lives forever And dreams .
.. As long as there's a faded pair of blue jeans Wide
brimmed hats and leather There's a little bit of Roy
and Dale in all of us Though all of us don't wear the
cowboy boots and spurs A man will dream of rescuing
a damsel in distress He was born from the dust of the
western plain Raised up tall and straight like a cactus
tree And the girl likes to dream that it's her He's
John Wayne, he's Gene Autry,
he's me His home range stretches from Hawaii to Maine
You can find a cowgirl at the rodeo She'll shuffle
to the two-step like the cowboys do She might be wearing
petticoats or maybe boots and chaps She's Patsy Cline,
Loretta, Kitty Wells or Emmylou or maybe you