Braided rope, saddle soap, rosin for his riggin'A young man dreams of growing up to rideBuckin' broncs, Brahma bulls is just some wishful thinkin'Cause that cowboy, well, hes still too young to rideLeather chaps, a big white hat, silver spurs that glistenGrowin' up takes such a long, long timeAnd he could ride the rankest bronc if only they would listenHow that cowboy's dreams sound a lot like mineDream on cowboy, your trophy buckles're waitin'You got the world by the reins and you've got time on your sideDream on cowboy, there's not a thing in your way nowSo don't wait 'til it's too late to saddle your dreams and rideThe time has past and looking back, the rodeo has endedThe cowboys and the fans have all gone homeBut broken hearts and broken bones and time will all be mendedBut the mem'ries of this cowboys life live onDream on cowboy