Who am I?
I was asked recently
I'm the man you might see outside one night
Sleeping on the cold damp street
What am I thinking?
Another question posed to me
I'm so thankful for all of God's loving gifts
I've gladly and humbly received
Not everyone is cut out to do these things
To grab life by the horns
And take charge of your destiny
CHORUS:
It takes a cowboy like me
To strike out and chase a poor man's dream
Stomping one boot heel in front of the other
Even when the weather's forcast is stormy