I'm an old cowboy I don't ride much no more I came to this valley Right after the war I used to shoe horses And there's some saddles I built And I rode after cattle All over these hills STARTED OUT AT THE PITCHFORK WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN RIDING YOUNG HORSES RIDING MY DREAM AND THEM OLD HANDS THEY TAUGHT ME ALL IT TAKES IS SOME NERVE JUST THROW A LEG OVER AND RIDE WHAT YOU RIDE FOR ALL THAT IT'S WORTH SOME FOLKS REGRET THE LIVES THEY LEAD THEY STARE OUT THE WINDOW THEY YEARN TO BE FREE I LIVE THE LIVE THE LIFE THAT WAS GIVEN TO ME AND I THREW A LEG OVER AND I RODE IT FOR ALL IT WAS WORTH YES I RODE IT FOR ALL IT WAS WORTH I WAS BLUE EYED AND WINDBURNED I WAS EVERY GIRLS DREAM WILD STEERS ON THE MOUNTAIN WHERE THE SCRUB BRUSH WAS GREEN AND THOSE SOME DAYS WERE DARK ONES WHEN THAT OLD NORTH WIND BLEW I JUST GATHERED MY RAINS