歌词
Underneath the endless sky,
Where desert winds and eagles fly,
Rides a figure, tall and proud,
A cowboy, free, beneath the cloud.
With hat pulled low and eyes of steel,
He rides the range with iron will.
His trusty steed, his closest friend,
Together, they the trails defend.
The morning sun, a fiery blaze,
Begins the cowboy’s rugged days.
Through canyon’s call and mountain’s height,
He rides from dawn to fading light.
With lasso swift and steady hand,
He tames the wild, commands the land.
A silent strength, a heart so true,
The cowboy’s life, a rugged view.
The cattle low, the prairie wide,
With steadfast gaze, he’ll always ride.
Through storm and heat, through dust and rain,
He knows his path, he feels no pain.
By campfire's glow, beneath the stars,
He sings of love and long-gone wars.
A melody of heart and home,
In cowboy’s soul, forever roam.
His boots are worn, his spirit strong,
He rides the trails where he belongs.
No walls to bind, no chains to hold,
A cowboy’s heart, pure and bold.
In every town, in every bar,
They know his name, they see his scar.
A legend told in whispered tales,
Of cowboy’s life, where freedom prevails.
The open range, the boundless sky,
A cowboy’s dream, his reason why.
With every sunset, every dawn,
His journey endless, carries on.
For in the heart of rugged lands,
The cowboy stands with open hands.
A guardian of the wild and free,
A symbol of eternity.
Through time and change, his spirit rides,
Across the plains, the mountainsides.
In every heart that seeks the call,
The cowboy lives within us all.
So when you see the stars so bright,
And feel the whisper of the night,
Remember him, the cowboy's way,
A life of freedom, come what may.
