Lyrics:

Ride, cowboy, ride
Cowboy, ride
Ride, cowboy, ride
Cowboy, ride
I've seen your mouth
And walked across your burning sand
Been sun-touched you
And the hell drilled into my hands
I've known your women
Been down all your blackwood roads
Straight Texas born and raised
To carry my own load
Gone hell with Greg Mitchell
And know I'm born a man
Cript turn and gravel shirts
Pray from this Texan sand
My word, lady Pearl
Good old L.B. James (L.B. James)
Been a sound from Heaven
On dismail
And you mourn
Hey!
Gone hell with Greg Mitchell
And know I'm born a man
Cript turn and gravel shirts
Pray from this Texan sand

Ride, cowboy, ride
Cowboy, ride
Ride, cowboy, ride
Cowboy, ride

Gone hell with Greg Mitchell
And know I'm born a man
Cript turn and gravel shirts
Pray from this Texan sand