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