Folks used to think that
I could ride any bronc or bull alive
Maybe in my younger days I could.
But now I'm slowin' down a bit
Friends tell me that I should quit
And if I didn't love it so I would.
I recall when folks thought
I was great and all the riders used to hate
To see my name upon the entry door.
'Cause I could ride and I could rope
The others seem they have no hope
A lookin' at a buckle that I wore.
It's that all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Long days and lucky breaks have me alone
Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four.
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Folks don't seem to realize
The thrill I get from every ride
That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me.
Scratched and bruised my body aches
From day to day to use it's takes
Lord, only knows the way that sets me free.
Now my days have shortened up
I'm out of breakes and out of luck
And things will never be the same old way.
As I look back and she'd a tear
Sometimes I can almost hear
The echo of the judges, they would say.
You're the all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four
Long days and lucky breaks have me alone
Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four.
Yes, I'm the all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four...