about a wild kinda man

 and one who wears some funny clothes

 and he rarely wears a tan.

 He ain't no California hippy

 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.