Lyrics:

2020
Writer: Skip Ewing

As a young man, I thought I was tough
Lived up to my last name of Rough
Now, I can't take a breath deep enough
To shut off this bottle and ride
But I ain't lost the cowboy inside

I live where its still called the west
And I can carry my coat in my vest
Don't put my aim to the test
Consider that threat as implied
I ain't lost the cowboy inside

And I can't drink the coffee or smoke any more
And I can't get around like I did
But I think like I'm thirty
Forget that I'm old and
In some ways, I'm more of a kid

And I can't shake the habit it seems
Of saddlin' up in my dreams
Where I breath like I'm still seventeen
I wake up at seven to nine
But ain't lost the cowboy inside

And I can't drink the whiskey or smoke any more
And I can't get around like I did
But I think like I'm thirty
Forget that I'm old and
In most ways, I'm more of a kid

Its a shame, and its sad, and its wrong
To hear yourself talked about like your gone
But I assure you, I'm still hangin' on
And I've got years full of mem'ries to ride
I ain't lost the cowboy

Don't write me off yet, boy
I still got the cowboy inside