Cowboy-Up

It’s time to hit the dusty trail.  My horse is all tied up at the old corral.

The desert sun hung in the desert sky.  The smoky cottonwood was dry.

Cowboy-up let’s give it up.  Cowboy-up let’s give it up.

The shadows danced an Apache fire.  Smell the ancient blood of the old empire.

If there’s no time to grab your gun, hit the dusty trail and run, run, run.

Cowboy-up let’s give it up. Cowboy-up let’s give it up.

Put on your boots and saddle up; rattle snake stew in your whiskey cup.  

If you ever wondered how the west was won. 

Kick up the dust and have some fun.

Cowboy-up let’s give it up.  Cowboy-up let’s kick shit up.