When you are ridin’ for the brand

Cowboy, you have to be a renegade

You have to take a stand

You have to be brave and not afraid

Fall roundup or spring brandin’

The smell of smoke and leather

It is all cowboyin’

A good love or bad weather

When you are ridin’ for the brand

You ride anything with hair on it

Whip and spur if you are going to make a hand

‘Cause you can never quit

Windmills, postholes, and miles of barbed wire

Fat cows and dreams of green grass

Stories around a campfire

See you in the fall or not at all, an empty whiskey glass

Rawhide and latigo, saddles and sweat

When you are ridin’ for the brand

Ride them hard and put them up wet

‘Cause that is where you stand