Artist: buck owens
Song: all around cowboy of 1964
Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive
Maybe in my younger days I could
But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit
And if I didn't love it so I would
I recall when folks thought I was great and all the riders used to hate
To see my name upon the entry door
Cause I could ride and I could rope the others seem they have no hope
A lookin' at a buckle that I wore
It's said (or it read)all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Long days and lucky breaks have me alone
Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
[ guitar ]
Folks don't seem to realize the thrill I get from every ride
That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me
Scratched and bruised my body aches from day to day abuse its takes
Lord only knows the way that sets me free
Now my days have shorten up I'm out of breakes and out of luck
And things will never be the same old way
As I look back and shed a tear sometimes I can almost hear
The echo of the judges they would say
You're the all around cowboy...
Yes I'm the all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
