A Cowboy Was Born - Chris Ledoux

She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer

And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air

'cause the old cattle trail, well, it weren’t anywhere

For a baby to draw its first breath

And the unbroken West, well, it was no place to live

'cause it was hard to survive and it was Hell if you did

So he entered this world with a pair of clenched fists

And the first and last tears he’d shed

And the longhorns lowed him a welcome

As a new voice cried from the buckboard

And the Irish, they sang sad and lonely

'cause they knew a cowboy was born

Well, the Berry closed in and a century passed

The settlers plowed under the tall prairie grass

And the cow town’s died off in a world changing fast

But the wind kept the spirit alive

'cause a young boy in Kansas, he caught a breeze one day

And in a five-second rush, he was fighting for eight

He saw it all so clear through the dirt on his face

He knew he was born to ride

And the long lost heir to the saddle finally found his way back home

As he picked up his hat, well, the crowd cheered

'cause they knew a cowboy was born

Yeah, that day a cowboy was born

From the heroes in the bright lights of Vegas

Through the poets of the sage and thorn

A proud legacy of a nation, thank God, the cowboy was born

Yeah, thank God, the cowboy was born