Cowboy Pride lyrics

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.

[Chorus:]

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 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.

• Artist:Ian Tyson
• Album:Cowboyography (1986)