Just a broken down cowboy
All down on his luck
He's been through the best of his friends
On a long lonesome highway
In an old pickup truck
Crossed Texas with a hot dusty wind
He was all around cowboy
Nineteen fifty-nine
From the top it's been a long way down
Since the whiskey and ladies
Started winning his time
They rode him high and hard to the ground
But he remembers
The thrill of being a winner
And the feeling of being a beginner
In the days of his first rodeo
But there was something
About winning that didn't last forever
But tomorrow it's bound to get better
He'll be the all around cowboy again
The windmills are turning
On the west Texas plains
But he's dry as an old river bed
He's just like the dust
That is a searching for rain
But he knows he'll be riding again
So he rolls up a smoke
And he sips his Old Crow
Wipes the whiskers that cover his chin
He grins as he dreams
Of the next rodeo
To be the all around cowboy again
Cause he remembers
The thrill of being a winner
And the feeling of being a beginner
In the days of his first rodeo
There was something
About winning that didn't last forever
But tomorrow it's bound to get better
He'll be the all around cowboy again