Seventeen

When he was five years old

His mom took him down

To the round corral to

Watch his dad work

The young horse they recalled smokey

The man did that horse buck

But his old dady just sat up

There and rode him like

There was nothin' to

It right then the boy gained

A whole new respect for the man

And from that day

On he knew that when he grew up

He wanted to be a cowboy

Seventeen cowboys' dreams

Ain't on fixin' fences

Once he's seen em ride

In old

Cheyenne

Ranch routine and

His old man's schemes

This ain't where his heart is

But you know his daddy

Understands

Noonday comes

Father and son

Sit down and eat their dinner

Beneath that big wyoming sky

His daddy knows he's gotta let him go

The boy can't be a winner

If he don't spread his wings and fly

And in his mind he's riding bulls

Down in Las Vegas

Soon he'll be on a train

That leads to Santa Fe

Sweet voice of freedom

Echoes down the ages

And calls another cowboy on his way

The fencin's done

And morning sun

Finds him packed and ready

Momma kissed his cheek

And then she went inside

His old man well he shook his hand

Said son you ride em pretty

Didn't see the tears that his momma cried

And in his mind he's riding bulls

Down in Las Vegas

Today he's on a train

That leads to Santa Fe

Sweet voice of freedom

Echoes down the ages

And calls another cowboy on his way