He was pushin' seven, an I was barely five
When he rode up on his broomstick horse
And said, 'You wanna ride?'
His boots made a funny sound
They were his daddy's size
His hat kept slippin' down below his eyes.

We rode off in the sunset, down the sidewalk
I laughed at him every time he talked
His two front teeth were missin'
But he had the cutest smile
And I thank the cowboy for the ride.

He was seventeen the next time he showed up
And I had never seen inside a pick-up truck
Aw, he was tall and handsome
Smilin' cuter than before
And he'd grown up to fit the boots he wore.

We rode off in the sunset, down the highway
We took our time, gettin' home the back way
Later on in the front porch swing
He pulled me to his side
And I thank the cowboy for the ride.

Well, he'd loved me since a child
And I'd always felt the same
So, we settled down
And hitched our dreams together
We raised two broomstick cowboys
And one little cowboy, girl
To know God paints the sunsets of the world.

Spoken:
Well, he's almost sixty-seven
(Ha-ha) I admit to thirty-nine!
He loves me like a child
And I still feel the same
But he smiles a little slower
At the twinkle in my eyes
But we still saddle up from time to time.

We ride off in the sunset, in the evenin's
Stars as bright as if we've never seen them
I never fail to say, before I go to sleep at night
I love you cowboy, thank you for the ride.

I love you cowboy, thank you for the ride...