Pushin' horns weren't easy like the movie says it was
And I don't remember dance hall girls or hotel rooms with rugs
You worked hot and tired and nasty,
Rode your pony's head too low
And all them nights you couldn't sleep
'Ccause it was too damn cold
And we'd sing "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe"
Like the time we hit the river
And the rains begun to fall
And the water was risin' so damn fast,
Thought it'd drown us all
Now we lost a lot of steers that day
And four to five good mounts
But when all the boys rode into camp we knew that's what counts
And we'd sang, yippie ti yi yay and "Amazing Grace"
Or the night they broke behind us and then took us by surprise
I whistled out to Bonner, I saw the terror in his eyes
And he rode for all his horse would ride, I know he done his best
But he crossed over Jordan ridin' Dunny to his death
And we sang "Bringing in the Sheaves" and "The Rugged Cross"
When you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice
And he never meant to bow them legs or put that gravel in his voice
Just chasin' what he really loves, what's burnin' in his soul
Wishin' to Hell that he'd been born a hundred years ago
Still singin' "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe"
Still singin' "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe"