Folks used to think
that I could ride any
bronc or bull alive
Maybe in my younger days I could
But now I'm slowing down a bit
Friends tell me that I should quit
And if I didn't love it, so I would
I recall when folks thought I was great
And all the writers used to hate
To see my name up on the entry door
I could ride and I could rope
The others seemed to have no hope
Just looking at the buckle that I wore
It said, all around cowboy of 1964
Long days and lucky breaks
helped me along
Workin' hard and ridin' fast
and sleepin' in the cold
Made me all around cowboy of 1964
Folks don't seem to realize
the thrill I get from every ride
That rump feels like pure
dynamite to me
Scratched and bruised my body aches
Day to day abuse it takes
Lord only knows the way it sets me free
Now my days have shortened up
Out of breaks and out of luck
Things will never be the same old way
As I look back and shed a tear
Sometimes I can almost hear
The echo of the judges
They would say
You're the all -around cowboy of 1964
Long days and lucky breaks
Help me along
Working hard and riding fast
Sleepin' in the cold
Made me All -Around
Cowboy of 1964
Yes, I'm the All -Around