Well, he was pushing seven, she was barely five He rode up on his broomstick horse and said, "You wanna ride?" His boots made a funny sound 'cause they were his daddy's size His hat keep slippin' down below his eyes And they rode off in the sunset down the sidewalk She laughed at him every time that he talked His two front teeth were missin' but he had the cutest smile She thanked the cowboy for the ride Well, he was 17 the next time he rode up She'd never seen inside a pickup truck Well, he was tall and handsome, smiling cuter than before He'd grown up to fit them boots he wore And they rode off in the sunset down the highway They took their time gettin' home the back way Later on in the front porch swing, he pulled her to his side She thanked the cowboy for the ride Well, he loved her since his childhood, she'd always felt the same So they settled down and hitched their dreams together And they raised two broomstick cowboys and one little cowboy girl To know God paints the sunsets of the world ♪ Well, he's almost 67, and she'll admit to 49 He still loves her like a child, and she still feels the same Well, he smiles a little slower at the twinkle in her eye They still saddle up from time to time And they ride off in the sunset in the evenings Stars as bright as if they'd never seen them She never fails to say it before they go to sleep each night "Well, I love you cowboy, thank you for the ride" "Well, I love you cowboy, thank you for the ride"