Well here's what I want to tell ya
about a wild kinda man
and one who wears some funny clothes
and he rarely wears a tan.
He ain't no California
who rides them funny boards
and he ain't no damn Yank
who talks on phones with no cords
He's rarely seen on any coast
much less the big city
and he only likes to drive big trucks
not foreign ones, no-sir-e.
He ain't got much time for foolishness
unlike them city folk
who drive them fancy sports cars
instead of throwin' ropes.
Now he sure likes perdy women
and hopes to marry one
it's just his only problem is well,
he loves only one.
It seems the longer time goes on
the harder it is to find this man
and that's sure a sad ol' story
especially in this God' great land.
For it was the land that he was born
and made in who he is
a rough ol' ornery son of a gun
but a kind one to the end.
Cause he sure loves his animals
and knows their power true
and always takes good care a them
come rain or shine or you.
Now this man for which I talk
ya might a guessed by now
and it wouldn't surprise me
if ya said he rode a cow.
For cow is only half the name
that's given his fame,
and boy thats what his daddy taught
and thus it would remain.