I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy I might of had a sidekick with a funny name Runnin' wild through the hills chasin' Jesse James Ending up on the brink of danger Ridin' shotgun for the Texas Rangers Go west young man, haven't you been told? California's full of whiskey, women and gold Sleepin' out all night beneath the desert stars With a dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart
One of these days I will understand "Ruff's Rules". The 12th of Never is that day.