Some folks often wonder just what makes an ole cowhand tick
All an ole cowhand wonders is in how to get rid of ‘em quick
Oft times an ole cowhand’s sorta slip’ry even when he ain’t wet
Yet most ladies seem to enjoy some’n bout’em they can't forget
In so many ways and most days he’s somewhat like the wind
He’s darn good at watch’n the herd, don’t try to fence him in
He’s apt to say with a big smile, he loves to have a lot of space
being close is good, hold’n him down puts a frown in his pace
He takes pride in his word, don’t say much he don’t believe
Won’t make a promise to anyone that’s ever meant to deceive
To most city folks, he’s slow in his walk, his talk unconventional
What they don’t know, beneath that slow he’s also unconditional
He’s not about fortune, fame, does a good job cause he’s proud
He understands what kind of man he is with no need to be loud
He’s the heart and soul in a lot of what’s old in terms of man
He’ll always say yes ma’am, sir to any age person in this land
Outta respect, noth’n else or more, what he was taught to say
Not a reflection in anything to anyone, it’s just simply his way
He rides, pokes, ropes, he always has a drawl in say'n the lines
But the gals love it even when his hands can feel gnarly as vines
His taste is rare, heart has care, his saddle always has good soap
But one thangs fer shor, his love is pure with or without the rope
So any of you ladies wanna a good ride he’ll give ya a real lift
Just in grab’n the hand of an ole cowhand it can be quite a gift
Open’n his eyes may not be wise cause owls only hoot at night
But a kind word when lightly spurred most likely could be right
Don’t get scared when he says come’ere I wanna see ya naked
That’s his way of flat’ry and got noth’n to do with being wicked
Has a gleam in his eye, might even sigh take’n in yo’re charms
He’ll smile pick’n ya up, let’n ya down so ya can lay in his arms
Can speak softly in his drawl, love ya deeply, then ride ya hard
Come morn’n he might say, gotta git darl’n to be with my pard
If he don’t come back, ain’t cause ya weren’t good in the hay
He just can’t exactly say a lot in when he’ll be back yo’re way
Just rest assure’d ya had what it took to make for a time of love
He’ll ride away, look back to say, thank ya to the Lord above
Jimmy
