The Cowboy’s Life

The Cowboy’s Life

(Attributed to James Barton Adams – April 17, 1843–1918)

The bawl of a steer
To a cowboy’s ear
Is music of sweetest strain
And the yelping notes
Of the gray cayotes
To him are a glad refrain.

And his jolly songs
Speed him along
As he thinks of the little gal
With golden hair
Who is wait there
At the bars of the home corral.

For a kingly crown
In the noisy town
His saddle he wouldn’t change
No life so free
As the life we see
Way out on the Yaso range.

His eyes are bright
And his heart is light
As the smoke of his cigarette
There’s never a care
For his soul to bear
No trouble to make him fret.

The rapid beat
Of his broncho’s feet
On the sod as he speeds along
Keeps living time
To the ringing rhyme
Of his rollicking cowboy song.

Hike it, cowboys
For the range away
On the back of a bronc of steel
With a careless flirt
Of the raw-hide quirt
And a dig of a roweled heel!

The winds may blow
And the thunder growl
Or the breezes may safely moan
A cowboy’s life
Is a royal life
His saddle his kingly throne.

Saddle up, boys
For the work is play
When love’s in the cowboy’s eyes
When his heart is light
As the clouds of white
The swim in the summer skies.