The paper is signed, the deed is done,
Iím just a cowboy once again.
No longer part of the business world,
Of ranchers and stockmen.
The sun shines somewhat brighter now,
The clouds have flown away,
Because cow work aint no stress at all,
On a working cowboys pay.
Iíve got a darn fine string of horses,
Donít owe a dime to any one,
After thirty years of pain and poverty
Iím about to have some fun.
So tell that banker, Adios!
Iím just a cowboy now.
For the first time since,
I was ten years old,
I donít ownÖ oneÖ
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