Text: Brandon Rhyder. Cowboys Work.

There's something about the heart of this man
That pushes him harder than anyone can
He may be tired and saddle worn
But a cowboy's work is never done

He needs to be free like the wind
He needs to be wild like the man that he is
Through the dog days of summer
Or a hard winter storm
A cowboy's work is never done

To bed with the chickens
And up before dawn
He'll say his prayers beneath a mountain of stars
And there's cows to feed and wire to be strung
Cause a cowboy's work is never done

He needs to be free like the win
He needs to be wild like the man that he is
Through the dog days of summer
Or a hard winters storm
A cowboy's work is never done


Tonight when he lies down
He'll fall fast asleep
You see this cowboy's the last of a dying breed
Adn when he lies down he'll leave his boots on
Cause a cowboy's work is never done

He needs to be free like the wind
He needs to be wild like the man that he is
Through the dog days of summer
Or a hard winter storm
A cowboy's work is never done

Through the dog days of summer
Or a hard winter storm
A cowboy's work is never done

No a cowboy's work is never done