THAT SOUND, THAT ONLY A COWBOY CAN HEAR
THE JINGLE OF A SPUR'S ROWELL
ON A COLD MORNING WHEN THE AIR IS CLEAR
AFTER A NIGHT OF THE COYOTE'S HOWL

A MOUNTAIN LION IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
A SCREAM THAT’LL SCARE YOU TO THE BONE
SOUNDS LIKE A LADY IN FRIGHT
WHEN SHE’S AFRAID AND ALL ALONE

THE SOUND OF NO WATER IN THE WELL
AND THE LOOK IN A THIRSTY COW'S EYE
HER BAWL SOUNDS LIKE A CALL FROM HELL
AS SHE IS ABOUT TO DIE

THAT SOUND, WHEN THE WEST WIND BLOWS
DUST IS ALL YOU CAN SEE
WHEN IT WILL STOP, GOD ONLY KNOWS
SENDS A TUMBLEWEED ROLLIN’ FREE

COWS WITHOUT NO GRASS
AND A BANKER YOU HAVE TO PAY
HE WANTS YOUR MONEY, NOT YOUR GRASS
THAT SOUND IS PART OF A COWBOY'S DAY

COWBOYS THINK THAT COWBOYIN’S THEIR CALL
AND THE WAY IT OUGHT TO BE, I RECKON
THEY ALL GIVE IT THEIR ALL
BUT NOT ONE WILL EVER HAVE A RANCH IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN

BUT, MAYBE A LITTLE PIECE OF MIND WHILE WE’RE HERE
FOR THAT SOUND
THAT MOST WILL NEVER HEAR
THAT COWBOY SOUND

IT SOUNDS SO GOOD WHEN THAT COW GETS A DRINK
FROM THAT WINDMILL THAT GOT SOME OIL
DOES IT MAKE YOU THINK
THAT SOUND IS PART OF THE COWBOY'S TOIL