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 said (or it read)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 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 abuse 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