Workin’ Cowboy ©2007                   Marsh Brodeur

Wakin up in the mornin Lord with all the aches and pains.
That comes from relyin on cattle for your capital gains.
Runnin other peoples ranches, helpin other peoples lives.
Makin other people money spent on other peoples wives.

It’s the worst damn job that I’ve ever loved.
Not a night goes by
That I don’t thank the Lord above.
I say thank you Lord for Terri Rose,
cuz she’s my pride and joy.
An please Lord let me have one more day
As a Workin Cowboy.

First Ranch commin up, few hundred angus on a hill.
Owned by a stubborn old cowboy name a Eddie Brazil.
He just ain’t no fun to work for.
He sure ain’t gonna make me rich
But nobody else can tolerate that ornery son of a gun.
But I’ll tell ya when my mind was troubled
and all I could do was fail,
Ol Eddie would say “Yo heads all full up boy
grab a horse…
and lose all them troubles on the trail.

Drove the cattle to the market place.
Dropped three calves off at the Hawkins place
Bad year for hay it’s been dry as a bone
Had to sell the bay filly and the little red roan.
Talked Les into training one more horse.
Chased some hungry cattle off a some golf course.
Golf course owner yells "What'll I do?
I said "Hell if I were you, I'd let' em play through Brother!

On Sundays I see My girl Rose
And my heart is filled with pride.
She’s as pretty as a California sunset.
And you know that girl can ride.
When she tells me that she loves me
Man I can’t explain the joy
Lord I wish that I could talk her into marrying
this workin’ Cowboy.