Cowboy in
Your Blood
by Mike Moutoux,
Western Entertainer &
Cowboy Poet

Some folks are born with cowboy in their blood,
Some folks, well, they’re just born
And it really doesn’t matter if you’re the former or the latter
But there’s a difference between the two and that’s for sure

See, cowboy in your blood is like a disease
And the symptoms are easy to spot
It’s kind of like a birth defect and though it hasn’t killed me yet
I’m pretty sure it’s cowboy in my blood that I got

And maybe you wonder if you’re afflicted
Maybe you ain’t feelin’ well
Don’t waste your time with no physician, they can’t help with this condition
It’s beyond the reach of science near as I can tell

If you find yourself longing for wide open spaces
Feel more at home in wild wind-swept spaces
If you prefer your stars packed tight
And coyotes singing in the middle of the night
Well maybe you got some cowboy in your blood
Please, donate when you get to town and spread that cowboy blood around

If you like rivers that at least look fit to drink
Need a square mile just to hear yourself think
If high rises and malls make you feel strange
And you prefer an address in a basin or a range
Well, you prob’ly got some cowboy in your blood
Please, donate when you get to town and spread that cowboy blood around

If you think a day’s pay means a full day of work
And doin’ it from a horse is a benny or a perk
If you think government is usually a curse
And politicians, given a chance, tend to make things worse
Well, I expect you got some cowboy in your blood
Please, donate when you get to town and spread that cowboy blood around

If you think God and country ain’t just a bumper sticker
Can’t abide a man who can’t hold his temper or his liquor
If you put women on the highest pedestal you know
And are kind to dogs and children wherever you go
Well, I’m sure you got some cowboy in your blood
Please donate when you get to town and spread that cowboy blood around

Now, just how cowboy gets in someone’s blood
Is sort of a theory of mine
It has to do with molecules,
The ones you learned about in school
That get recycled on the planet all the time

See, every atom has a history
That can’t be erased by time or force
Mine will tell me where they’ve been
They’ll vibrate more when they’re there again
So that I feel more alive when I’m on a horse

So maybe this disease is homesickness
For places we’ve all been in the past
And whether you’re at home or out riding
The old days come creeping out of hiding
And you’ll feel like you’re livin’ right again, at last