It takes a real man to be a cowboy

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    It takes a real man to be a cowboy

    It takes a ‘Real Man’ to be a ‘Cowboy’

     

     

    It takes a real man to be a Cowboy

    Yeap! That’s right, not just any one can be, a real cowboy

    To be a cowboy, you got to have real special qualities

    You got to stand tall and sit up right, Oh and by the way, standing tall

    Is not measured in a man’s height, it is measured in a man’s Pride.

     

    It takes a real man to be a Cowboy

    You have to have short hair and a properly trimmed mustache

    Heck it’s in the Cowboy’s code

    You have to be ready for action at the tipping of the hat, when a pretty gal walks by

    As you say, “Howdy Ma’am.” Yeap, you got to have those Manners

    To be a real Cowboy

     

    To be a real Cowboy

    You have to maintain a life of Integrity,

    Now it an’it that easy but it can be done

    You may not always make that 8 second ride

    And blaming the bull is not the Cowboy way

    So you just dust yourself off, reset the clock, and get right back on

    That sun-of-a-gun

    That’s the signature of a real Cowboy.

     

    You will know a real Cowboy when you see him

    A Cowboy walks tall and upright in a Humbling way

    You won’t hear him bragging about himself

    But you can be sure of one thing

    He’ll have a Cowboy smile that extends from ear to ear

    And that’s just the mark of Confidence with a job well done

     

    It takes a real man to be a Cowboy

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    countrypoet commented on It takes a real man to be a cowboy

    12-25-2009

    I really like this poem and think that it is well writen and reveals some interesting insights into being a cowboy.Thanks for sharing this very memorable poem.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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