Cowboy Kids

Cowboy Kids

If you've ever been to Wyoming
You've surely seen these kids,
The ones that can drive when they're six
And go to an auction and place bids.

Cowboy kids have tiny Wranglers,
Little boots and miniature chaps,
They wear their daddy's rodeo buckles
And 10X Stetson hats.

These cowboy kids can rope and ride
And always saddle their own horse,
They've been driving the tractor since they could walk
Or were tall enough to see their course.

They're quick enough with a loop
And can push cows through a gate,
They've already got a good cowdog
And can clean a man-sized plate.

Some of 'em dip Skoal
When they're awful young and green,
They know some colorful language
And they're gritty, tough, and lean.

They've had a wreck or two along the way
Ended up bumped and bruised,
They wear Carhartt coveralls
And their work gloves are well-used.

They've never needed a babysitter,
They can dang sure take care of themselves,
They know exactly where everything is
In the chaos of the feed store shelves.

They can try to play sick from school
But never get out of doin' chores,
They know better than to do things half-way
Or leave open the barn doors.

They're up at 4am on Saturday
And not to watch cartoons,
They're out in the pasture with daddy
And have worked through their share of full moons.

They can drag a calf to the fire
And fare just fine on cow camp chuck,
They'll dust off their own britches
When the get beat by a hoss that bucks.

Cowboy kids are a breed all their own
And one that will ever die out,
As long as there are cowboy parents
To teach them what this life is all about.