COWBOY SOUL by Howard Feigenbaum
It’s the way you say, “Thank you, ma’am,”
And the way you tip your hat,
It’s how you know right from wrong
That tells me where you’re at
Your spine of steel, your heart of gold
The way you get the tough jobs done,
You calmly play the hand you’re dealt,
You’re America’s native son.
Your truth is plain and simple,
Your arms are open wide,
The stranger at the bunkhouse door
Is welcomed to come inside.
You read the wind, you smell the rain
You’re connected to the earth,
You love, respect and honor
The nation of your birth.
Years of work show on your hands
And in the creases on your face,
The pride you find in daily toil
Adds dignity and grace.
A friend who comes when called,
Staying ‘til the end,
You like to handle heartbreak
By helping fences mend.
When storm clouds start to gather
You know they won’t last long,
Your eyes still have a twinkle
And your lips will sing a song.
If we no longer see you
You’re not too hard to find,
Cowboy Soul will live forever
In our heart and in our mind.