Sunday best, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
He had cabin fever all year long.
While he watched from the porch with a smile, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
He made sure life in Fruitland was never boring.
Then home to watch bull riding, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
Though I don't think he ever referenced a book.
He didn't, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
How to work hard and how to swear.
How to shoot without aiming and kill the "blankety-blank" rodent dead.
And how sometimes you got what you wanted 'cause of your rugged good looks.
And that's what he did, my grandpa, my cowboy guy.