Ken

Ain’t no cowboy gonna break me,

No lonesome cowpoke to forsake me,

But if they ask, I might just take thee

And to the world I may awake thee.

Six thousand years, we’ve been com Padres.

I’ve climbed your hills and found your pathways.

I’ve taken you to the Earth’s four corners.

I’ve discovered your dangers and acted as warners

You can feed me and need me,

Hold me and scold me,

Train me and rein me,

Stride me and ride me.

You can hitch me and ditch me,

Use me and choose me

Run me and shun me.

But you can’t own me or loan me,

Not truly. Not truly.

Ain’t no cowboy gonna break me,

No lonesome cowpoke to forsake me,

But if they ask, I might just take thee

And to the world I may awake thee.

We’ve had a nice relation for the most part,

I’ve felt inside your skin your warm heart,

We’ve supplied one another’s needs, all and all.

So I’ve respected your desires and your call

You can herd me and hurt me,

Farm me and harm me,

War me and store me,

Rope me and soap me.

You can trap me and strap me,

Race me and pace me,

Graze me and maize me

But you can’t own me or loan me,

Not truly. Not truly.

Ain’t no cowboy gonna break me,

No lonesome cowpoke to forsake me,

But if they ask, I might just take thee

And to the world I may awake thee.

I’ve carried your packs and planted your seeds.

I’ve ferried your sick through deserts and reeds.

I’ve toted your stores and won you your wars,

Through arid sands and driving downpours.

But, ain’t no cowboy gonna break me,

No lonesome cowpoke to forsake me,

But if they ask, I might just take thee

And to the world I may awake thee.

You can brush me and hush me,

Primp me and limp me,

Dance me and prance me,

Spook me and juke me.

You can whip me and strip me,

Breach me and teach me,

Trot me and spot me,

View me and glue me.