Chris LeDoux Follow

Folks used to think that
I could ride any bronc or bull alive
Maybe in my younger days I could
But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends
Tell me that I should quit
And if I didn't love it so I would

I recall when folks thought I was great
And all the riders used to hate
To see my name upon the enter door
'Cause I could ride and I could rope
The others seem they have no hope
A lookin' at a bickle that I wore

It's that all around cowboy of '64
Long days and lucky breaks have me alone
Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of '64

Folks don't seem to realize
The thrill I get from every ride
That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me
Scratched and bruised my body aches
From day to day to use its takes
Lord only knows the way that sets me free

Now my days have shorten up
I'm out of brakes and out of luck
And the things will never be the same old way
As I look back and shed a tear
Sometimes I can almost hear
The echo of the judges they would say

You're the all around cowboy of '64
Long days and lucky breaks helped me along
Working hard and riding fast and sleeping in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of '64
Yes, I'm the all around cowboy of '64