I’m an old western woman
A cowgirl through and through
But I’ve sold off all the cattle
Just kept a horse and a mule
My memories and photographs
Of wild and wooly times
Remind me of the days gone by
When I was in my prime
I still ride the old, familiar trails
The old mule knows them well
We’ve both begun to show our age
But out there, No one Could tell.
When I climb into the saddle
My heart and soul return
To the good times...cutting cattle
Slapping leather, turn and burn.
We have followed in the footsteps
Of the girls from long ago
Who rode the broncs and wrestled steers
At the Pendleton Rodeo
Now it’s time to pass the torch
Our glory days have passed
Teach the young ones cowgirl ways
So our traditions last
