Just a broken down cowboy, all out on his luckBeen through the best of his friendsOn a long lonesome highway, in an old pickup truckHe crossed Texas like a hot dusty windHe was all around cowboy back in '89From the top it's been a long way downSince the whiskey and the women started winning his timeThey rode him high and hard to the groundHe remembers the thrill of being a winnerIn the days of his first rodeoBut there's something 'bout winning that don't last foreverMaybe tomorrow things will get betterIf the devil lets loose of his soulHe'll be an all around cowboy againSo he rolls up a smoke and he sips his old CrowWipes the whiskers that cover his chinAnd he smiles as he dreams of old rodeosHe's an all around cowboy againHe remembers the thrill of being a winnerIn the days of his first rodeoBut there's something 'bout winning that don't last foreverMaybe tomorrow things will get betterIf the devil lets loose of his soulHe'll be an all around cowboy again
