Cowboy Scars
He rode through the back plains
Riding hard and fast making great gains
The wind blowing across his face
His stud keeping up the exhilarating pace
Time to think out here under the stars
About cowboy life and cowboy scars
And they rode on as sunset came near
A man and his horse rounding up the steer
Working together one in mind and thought
And a little wiser from the lessons taught
Stories told between friends at local bars
About cowboy life and cowboy scars
Many trail rides to bond and become friends
Dreading the day when the trail ends
Both of them had seen their passion broken
Both had fought fights of pain unspoken
But tough, they bottled it up like in jars
The cowboy life and their cowboy scars
And as he hung his hat on a limb nearby
He laid down underneath an open sky
Taking stock of all that he had to be thankful for
Love, life, toil, pain, and so much more
Under the big sky, free, from circumstantial bars
That imprison the cowboy life and its cowboy scars