And the first and last tears he'd shed
And the cow town's died off in a world changing fast
The settlers plowed under the tall prairie grass
Yeah, that day a cowboy was born
So he entered this world with a pair of clenched fists
As he picked up his hat, well, the crowd cheered
And the Irish, they sang sad and lonely
And the longhorns lowed him a welcome
'Cos the old cattle trail, well, it weren't anywhere
'Cos a young boy in Kansas, he caught a breeze one day
A proud legacy of a nation, thank God, the cowboy was born
For a baby to draw its first breath
And in a five-second rush, he was fighting for eight
Well, the Berry closed in and a century passed
'Cos they knew a cowboy was born
'Cos they knew a cowboy was born
Through the poets of the sage and thorn
And the unbroken West, well, it was no place to live
'Cos it was hard to survive and it was Hell if you did
From the heroes in the bright lights of Vegas
But the wind kept the spirit alive
He saw it all so clear through the dirt on his face
As a new voice cried from the buckboard
And the long lost heir to the saddle finally found his way back home
He knew he was born to ride
