I throwed and I throwed that old rope
At that make-believe steer
I'd never been so frustrated
In all my nine years
I was about to give up on that old bail of hay
When from the front porch I heard my Dad say

My little cowboy
You make me so proud, boy
Don't give up now
'Cause I know that somehow
You'll figure it out
My little cowboy

I played and I played this old bar
Trying to make the big time
I stayed broke which was cool
Until along came a kid and a wife
That's when I called up my Dad, I said today is the day
It's time to put this old guitar away 
And he said

Hold on there, cowboy
You make me so proud, boy
Don't give up now
'Cause I know that somehow
You'll figure it out
Yeah, my little cowboy, yeah

Now I've got a boy of my own
With his own set of dreams
He works hard to play quarterback
For his pee-wee league team
A blue star on his helmet, our last name on his back
Three downs in a row, all end with a sack
And I hollered out

That's my little cowboy
You make me so proud, boy
Don't give up now
'Cause I know that somehow
You'll throw that touchdown
Oh, my little cowboy
My little cowboy