Braided rope, saddle soap, rosin for his riggin'
A young man dreams of growing up to ride
Buckin' broncs, Brahma bulls is just some wishful thinkin'
Cause that cowboy, well, hes still too young to rideLeather chaps, a big white hat, silver spurs that glisten
Growin' up takes such a long, long time
And he could ride the rankest bronc if only they would listen
How that cowboy's dreams sound a lot like mineDream on cowboy, your trophy buckles're waitin'
You got the world by the reins and you've got time on your side
Dream on cowboy, there's not a thing in your way now
So don't wait 'til it's too late to saddle your dreams and rideThe time has past and looking back, the rodeo has ended
The cowboys and the fans have all gone home
But broken hearts and broken bones and time will all be mended
But the mem'ries of this cowboys life live on