When I was a kid and doing my best to
Learn the ways of our land,
I thought mistakes were never made by
A real top hand.
He never got into a storm with a horse and
He always knew
How a horse would react in any case and
Just what to do.
He never let a cow outfigure him and
Never missed a loop.
He always kept cattle under control
Like chicken in a coop
He was never in the right place at the wrong
Time or in anybodyís way.
For working cattle he just naturally knew
When to move and when to stay.
I just about broke my neck tryin'
To be and do
All those things a good cowboy just
One day while riding
With a cowboy I knew was one of the best,
For he had worked in that country for a long time,
Had taken and passed the test.
I was telling of my troubles, some
Bad mistakes Iíd made.
That my dreams of being a top cowgirl
Were startiní to fade.
This cowboy looked at me and said
With a sort of a smile,
ĎA sorry hand in the way all the time,
A good one just once in awhile.í
Since that day Iíve handled lots of cattle
And ridden many a mile.
And I figure Iím doiní my share
If I get in the way just once in awhile.