A Cowboy Was Born

	作词 : Ingersoll, Spillman
	She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer
	And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air
	'Cos the old cattle trail, well, it weren't anywhere
	For a baby to draw its first breath
	And the unbroken West, well, it was no place to live
	'Cos it was hard to survive and it was Hell if you did
	So he entered this world with a pair of clenched fists
	And the first and last tears he'd shed
	And the longhorns lowed him a welcome
	As a new voice cried from the buckboard
	And the Irish, they sang sad and lonely
	'Cos they knew a cowboy was born
	Well, the Berry closed in and a century passed
	The settlers plowed under the tall prairie grass
	And the cow town's died off in a world changing fast
	But the wind kept the spirit alive
	'Cos a young boy in Kansas, he caught a breeze one day
	And in a five-second rush, he was fighting for eight
	He saw it all so clear through the dirt on his face
	He knew he was born to ride
	And the long lost heir to the saddle finally found his way back home
	As he picked up his hat, well, the crowd cheered
	'Cos they knew a cowboy was born
	Yeah, that day a cowboy was born
	From the heroes in the bright lights of Vegas
	Through the poets of the sage and thorn
	A proud legacy of a nation, thank God, the cowboy was born
	Yeah, thank God, the cowboy was born

	zuò cí : Ingersoll, Spillman
	She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer
	And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air
	' Cos the old cattle trail, well, it weren' t anywhere
	For a baby to draw its first breath
	And the unbroken West, well, it was no place to live
	' Cos it was hard to survive and it was Hell if you did
	So he entered this world with a pair of clenched fists
	And the first and last tears he' d shed
	And the longhorns lowed him a welcome
	As a new voice cried from the buckboard
	And the Irish, they sang sad and lonely
	' Cos they knew a cowboy was born
	Well, the Berry closed in and a century passed
	The settlers plowed under the tall prairie grass
	And the cow town' s died off in a world changing fast
	But the wind kept the spirit alive
	' Cos a young boy in Kansas, he caught a breeze one day
	And in a fivesecond rush, he was fighting for eight
	He saw it all so clear through the dirt on his face
	He knew he was born to ride
	And the long lost heir to the saddle finally found his way back home
	As he picked up his hat, well, the crowd cheered
	' Cos they knew a cowboy was born
	Yeah, that day a cowboy was born
	From the heroes in the bright lights of Vegas
	Through the poets of the sage and thorn
	A proud legacy of a nation, thank God, the cowboy was born
	Yeah, thank God, the cowboy was born