John Hiatt
A Cowboy’s Work is Never Done
Ride, I used to jump my horse and ride
I had a six-gun at my side
I was so handsome, women cried
And I got shot, but I never died

I could play, if I do every thing he'd say
Girls seem to just get in his way
Those days we weren't considered fun
A cowboy's work is never done

He'd fight crime all the time, he'd always win
Till his ma would break it up and call him in
He was tough, he was hard, but he was kind
And he was loved 'cause guys like him were hard to find

Ride, I'd like to ride again some day
I think I still know how to play
I play games now, but it's not fun
A cowboy's work is never done