He was born with spurs on his boots, Chasin' dust and wild pursuits,
Had a smile like a sunburned day, And a heart that wouldn't stay.
She loved him hard, she loved him true, But some men don't know what they do
Till they find that empty bed, And remember what she said-
* There never was a horse that couldn't be rode,
Never was a cowboy who couldn't be throwed.
You might think you're tough, you might think you're stone,
But every cowboy gets thrown You can break your back, or break her trust,
And either way, you'll hit the dust Yeah, every cowboy learns alone-
There never was a cowboy who couldn't be throwed.
She took off that ring one night, Left it in the pale porch light,
Said "I ain't no wild mustang, For you to ride and break again."
Now he's just a lonesome tune, Playin' under a barroom moon,
He's hummin' that old line slow, 'Cause now he knows-
Now he's sittin' where the jukebox plays, Thinkin' 'bout those better days,
He'd trade every rodeo crown,For one more chance to turn her 'round.
