Intro (Spoken Word) When he was five years old his mom Took him down to the round corral To watch his dad work the young horse They called Smokey Man, did that horse buck but his old dad, he just sat up there And rode him like there's was nothin' to it And right then the boy gained a whole new respect for the man And from that day on he knew that When he grew up he wanted to be a cowboy D5 A5 G5 At seventeen a cowboys' dreams ain't on fixin' fences D5 A5 G5 Once he's seen 'em ride in old Cheyenne D5 A5 G5 Ranch routine and his old man's schemes this ain't where his heart is D5 A5 G5 But you know his daddy understands When noonday comes father and son Sit down and eat their dinner beneath that big Wyoming sky His daddy knows he's gotta let him go The boy can't be a winner if he don't spread his wings and fly B5 A5 G5 And in his mind he's riding bulls down in Las Vegas B5 A5 G5 Soon he'll be on a trail that leads to Santa Fe D5 A5 G5 The sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages D5 A5 G5 And calls another cowboy on his way Well, the fencings done and the morning sun finds him packed and ready Momma kissed his cheek and then she went inside His old man, well, he shook his hand said, "Son you ride 'em pretty" Didn't see the tears that his momma cried And in his mind he's riding bulls down in Las Vegas Today he's on a trail that leads to Santa Fe The sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages And calls another cowboy on his way