OneNamedPeter - Son of a Gun Lyrics

What is a cowboy supposed to do?
When all his cowboy days are through?
He can't ride a horse no more
He can't even open up the stable door
Old timer, hold on. You son of a gun

His cowboy boots are worn right though
Can't even throw his old lasso
He's gotten so saddle sore
Old timer can't grip the reins no more
Old timer, hold on. You son of a gun

Old timer, you gotta hold on
You gotta take your place in the sun...

Old bones are only good for glue
But one day that cowboy will be you
So give him the respect he's due
Soon enough we'll be old-timers too
Old timer, hold on. You son of a gun