What a Cowboy Means to Me

Taken from the March-April issue of American Cowboy

What a Cowboy Means to Me
by Clay Gibbons

He has a belief in God, his Creator;
He sees him in the stars, the sunsets, the green grass
And finds his church in the open spaces,
The mountains, a clear creek, the blue sky.
He loves the bawl of a new-born calf almost as
Much as he loves the laughter of a little child.

He treats women with respect at all times,
He always puts family first,
And he works hard cause it's the right thing to do.
He'll be there to help a friend or a neighbor
At the drop of a hat.

He knows it doesn't really matter
What kind of pickup he drives,
What kind of house he lives in
Or how much he has in his bank account.

But he knows what does matter
Is that the world might be a little better
Cause he made a difference
In the life of a child

He doesn't look for fame or glory-
His satisfaction is doing a job right,
'Cause in his heart
It's a victory of right over wrong

I he's lucky
Once in his life he'll have that one perfect horse
That he'll consider his best pard.
And, if he's lucky
Once in his life he'll have a wife
That he'll consider his best friend

His word has always been his bond;
His firm handshake, his signature.
He does right by others
Because he doesn't understand any other way.
His life can be lonely at times,
But he's at peace with himself.
And he knows there's better grass awaitin'
When it's his time to head'er on out to
the other side

It's hard to define a real cowboy,
But when you meet him, you'll know.

I don't know about you,
But as for me,
My heroes have always been cowboys