When a cowboy paints a picture
Its perfectly easy to see
Ain't nothing in his life that complex
As though it might seem
He enjoys his work
A good ole cowhand
Wherever he goes hes got that Lil smirk
Even out when hes roaming the land
He lives his life to the fullest
Enjoying every min of this perfect,simple life he can
He sits upon his horse
Like the king comfortable in his throne
He wouldn't trade this life for any other
Not none yet known
Cause the smell of the morning airs
The sites he gets to see
Sitting on the porch in his old chair
He thinks about the rodeo tonight
And all his younger days
Thinks I'll head down there,saying to his self i just might
Morning comes,looking out across the fields at the haze
And thats the kind of picture a cowboy paints
