Cowboy Pride

Friend I’m writing you this letter
I think it’s darn sure overdue
You’re thinking, “Mind your own damn business.”
I won’t blame you if you do
You know our range is getting smaller
I hear you’re all broke up inside
But it ain’t the broncs that’s going to kill ya
It’s your own fool cowboy pride

I hear you’ve left the Chimeneas
You know that makes me kind of sad
She’s a great ol’ Spanish land grant
You’re about the best she ever had
But cow boss and corporation
Seem to naturally collide
And you came off the loser
With your damned ol’ cowboy pride

Cowboy pride will always get a man through
But sometimes it makes a fool of you
Good women are hard to find
Talkin’ ‘bout the faithful kind

Now you’re runnin’ with that waitress
And she’s under age and wild
Well, your wife’s the best there is, son
Would you leave her for that child?
She stuck with you through the hard times
Think of all those nights she's cried
Will she become another victim
Of your damned ol’ cowboy pride?

Well, I guess I’ve said my piece, friend
Just something I had to do
You see, I made the same mistakes with Julie
Before she fell in love with you
Head on home, it ain’t too late, son
Time to put the past aside
So you don’t end up like me now
Ridin’ on ol’ cowboy pride

Cowboy pride will always get a man through
But sometimes it makes a fool of you
Good women are hard to find
Talkin’ ‘bout the faithful kind

Good women are hard to find
Talkin’ ‘bout the faithful kind