Tekster: Waylon Jennings. All Around Cowboy.

Just a broken down cowboy, all down on his luck
Been through the best of his friends
On a long lonesome highway in an old pick-up truck
Crossed Texas like a hot dusty wind

He was all around cowboy back in '49
From the top, it's been long way down
Since the whiskey and the women, started winnin' his time
They rode him high and hard to the ground

He remembers the thrill of bein' a winner
In the days of his first rodeo
But there's somethin' about winning
That didn't last forever
Maybe tomorrow things'll get better
If the devil lets loose of his soul
He'll be, be the all around cowboy again

So, he rolls up a smoke and he sips his Old Crow
Wipes the whiskers that cover his chin
And he grins as he dreams of old rodeo
He's the all around cowboy again

He remembers the thrill of bein' a winner
In the days of his first rodeo
But there's somethin' about winning
That didn't last forever
Maybe tomorrow things'll get better
If the devil lets loose of his soul
He'll be, be the all around cowboy again