A Cowboy's Work Is Never Done

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

Ride, I used to jump my horse and ride.

I had a six-gun at my side.

I was so handsome women cried.

And I got shot but I never died.

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

Whooam, whooam, whooam, whooam

I could play - pa-pa-pa

If I´d do everything he´d say - pa-pa-pa, pa-pa

Girls seemed to just get in his way - pa-pa-pa, pa-pa

Those days we weren´t considered fun - pa-pa-pa, pa-pa

A cowboy´s work is never done.

He´d fight crime all the time he´d always win.

Till his mom would break it up and call him in.

He was tough, he was hard but he was fine.

And he was slow ´cause guys like him were hard to find.

Ride, I´d like to ride again someday.

I think I still know how to play.

I play games now but it´s not fun.

A cowboy´s work is never done.