have heard lots of stories how cowboys behaved,
are some of them reckless and some of them brave;
some just plain waddies that worked with the crew.
as might have been me or they might have been you.
the boys acted different I generally found,
there chanced to be people hangin' round,
they did out alone where nobody could see.
it that way with you? It was that way with me.
the round up a man with a hoss that would buck
seem to consider he'd met with bad luck.
the boys helped him saddle he'd laff and he'd joke.
would pull down his hat and he'd roll up a smoke.
heart might be poundin' in under his shirt,
he'd pull off the blind and he'd give him the quirt.
he'd ride or git throwed like a real buckaroo.
that might have been me or it might have been you.
out in a water lot somewhere alone
boy trapped a fresh hoss, a big mean lookin' roan.
gentle and easy he got in the saddle
to see how he'd act when he once got a straddle.
eases him around the corral on a walk
gave him an earfull of kind gentle talk
sure didn't hurry although it was late.
slid off real carefull and opened the gate.
set about like he was ridin, on eggs.
he felt him out light with the calves of his legs.
he jest stole a ride fer the first mile or two.
that might a been me and it might a been you.