Grandpa taught me how to ride
On a buckskin mare when I was five
He told me the way of life was in my blood
I learned the ropes, how to hold the reins
When I got thrown, had to hide the pain
He'd give me the eye, and I'd get back up
And these days
I don't know if he's rounding up a herd of cattle
Or going for 8 in his old bronc saddle
Or teaching a young buck a hard learned well earned lesson
I don't know if he's roaming around just to pass
The time, somewhere up there on the other side,
Checking a fence line just as the sun is setting
But y'all I'm sure, that he's riding horse in heaven
Stubborn strong thicker skin
I'm who I am cuz of him
Teaching this girl all that cowboy stuff
You may say may he rest peace
But he aint resting if you ask me
If I know him, he's up there kicking up dust
I think the angels must have wanted a helping hand
And they needed a cowboy not just any man