Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive

Maybe in my younger days I could

But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit

And if I didn't love it so I would

I recall when folks thought I was great and all the riders used to hate

To see my name upon the entry door

Cause I could ride and I could rope the others seem they have no hope

A lookin' at a buckle that I wore

It's that all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four

Long days and lucky breaks have me alone

Workin' hard and ridin' fast and sleepin' in the cold

Made me all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four

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Folks don't seem to realize the thrill I get from every ride

That bronc feels like you're dynamite to me

Scratched and bruised my body aches from day to day to use its takes

Lord only knows the way that sets me free

Now my days have shorten up I'm out of breakes and out of luck

And things will never be the same old way

As I look back and shed a tear sometimes I can almost hear

The echo of the judges they would say

You're the all around cowboy...

Yes I'm the all around cowboy of nineteen sixty four