Dear lord I ask you now

To give me strength and show me how

To live a life amongst myself

To store my past upon a shelf

I look upon the things I've done

Shameful thoughts forever shun

So lead me now across a path

To forbid my soul of my own rath

I was born with a buckle on my belt

Bigger than me, so beautiful it felt

The smell of a horse brings tears to my eye's

I love their mane, the attration of flies

I'm a hick at heart, a cowboy till the end

The dirt in my lip is golden blend

Though my teeth are yellow, I'm still a good fellow

I like cornbread, grits, and chew

I'll sing you a song, it wont last long

You'll cry then want to sue.