The cowboy lives forever
  As long as there's a faded pair of blue jeans
  Wide brimmed hats and leather
  And dreams ...
  
  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
  And the girl likes to dream that it's her
  
  He was born from the dust of the western plain
  Raised up tall and straight like a cactus tree
  His home range stretches from Hawaii to Maine
  He's John Wayne, he's Gene Autry, he's me
  
  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