Out where the prairie meets the sky so blue,
There's a lonesome figure, heart tried and true,
Boots in the dust, spurs that jingle and roll,
'Cause there's a cowboy in my soul.
Morning sun rises, casting gold on the land,
With a weathered old hat and a rope in his hand,
He faces the wind, feeling whole,
There's a cowboy in my soul.
The open plains call, like a long-lost friend,
Every ride on the range, it seems to never end,
In the silence of night, when the stars console,
I find that cowboy in my soul.
Roundin' up cattle under the wide sky dome,
He's never alone in this land he calls home,
With every sunset, the memories unfold,
Of the cowboy in my soul.
Campfire crackles with stories untold,
Of rugged old trails and dreams of gold,
Echoes of freedom in the moonlight glow,
Whispering to the cowboy in my soul.
The open plains call, like a long-lost friend,
Every ride on the range, it seems to never end,
In the silence of night, when the stars console,
I find that cowboy in my soul.