If you ever need a hero,
a man to save your life,
Someone that will stand in front,
of the cold sharp bladed knife,
Someone that takes a boy,
and teaches him how to be a man.
Look for a cowboy,
He knows the land.
He has rode the prarie alone,
He has been through the storms,
There is nothing as strong,
as a cowboy's arms,
Nothing more tender
than a cowboy's heart.
I'll always remember,
when he held me in the dark,
It was so hard to watch him ride away,
Maybe he will come back some day.
To teach a boy how to rope and shoot,
Buy him a cowboy hat and boots.
Show him his cowboy roots,
Help him learn to how stand,
A boy needs a cowboy
to show him how to be a man.
Sometime I wonder where He is,
and remember the sweetest kiss,
And I feel a bittersweet sorrow,
that I let go of a cowboy,