Quotes About Cowboy

As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure,I spied a cowpuncher a-riding along.

Foot in the stirrup and hand on the horn,Best damned cowboy ever was born.Come-a ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea,Come-a ti yi youpy, youpy yea.

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,It's your misfortune and none of my own,Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,For you know Wyoming will be your new home.

Remember the Red River ValleyAnd the cowboy that loves you so true.

Oh, bury me out on the prairie,Where the coyotes may howl o'er my grave.

Oh bury me not on the lone prairieWhere the wild coyotes will howl o'er me.

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,As I walked out in Laredo one day,I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.

Freebird Michael Hayes was my first broadcast partner who was a pure, 100% antagonist. Hayes and I joined forces during Cowboy Bill Watts' attempt at expanding the Mid-South brand by renaming Mid-South Wrestling the Universal Wrestling Federation.

I always had a dramatic flair. I'd like to dress up like a cowboy, play make-believe. But I didn't realize acting was something I had to do until I got to college.

I guess I'm just a frustrated cowboy.

I liked Western country, like cowboy songs, when I was a little kid. Then I developed a taste for Hank Williams and those sort of songs as I got a little bit older.

I spent two months in Fredericksburg, Texas, when I was 8, while my father shot a movie, and I loved it. I just embraced the whole cowboy culture. I got myself a pair of awesome boots and a cowboy hat.

People in Texas wear cowboy hats; they're good at keeping the sun off your neck and face.

I'm from Texas, so we used to wear our pants starched down like a cowboy. So when I got to New York, to New Jersey, everybody was laughing at me like, 'Look at his pants! His pants could stand up by themselves!'

My father grew up in West Texas, in Lubbock, and I've got family here, and I grew up a Dallas Cowboy fan all my life.

There is nothing more vengeful and determined in this world than a cowboy with sore balls, and Gerry soon found out. He also found that white people are good witnesses to have on your side since they have names, addresses, social security numbers, and work phones. But they are terrible witnesses to have against you, almost as bad as having Indians witness for you. (Scales)

and spurs decorated the walls, along with a collection of hats and framed

The people who visit the [Lincoln] memorial always look like an advertisement for democracy, so bizarrely, suspiciously diverse that one time I actually saw a man in a cowboy hat standing there reading the Gettysburg Address next to a Hasidic Jew

It has nothing to do with rank. Men like them never have power. They're riders. Much later the Americans turned the rider into a cowboy, but he's much older than America. He's the man in folktales who comes to take you away on his horse. Not to his palace; he doesn't have one. He lives in a tent in the forest. He's never learnt to count— If he sells clothes in a street market, I'd have thought he could count! Prices, yes, consequences, no.

To tell the history of the Americas is to tell the story of bovine expansion. Settlers may have made the Wild West and the frontier, but they followed in the wake of their bovine brother. No other animal has so shaped a culture. So many American icons are associated with the cow: the cowboy, the western, the rodeo, the hamburger, the steak house, the Marlboro Man, the very notion of the frontier itself. The story began more than five centuries ago.

Era un vaquero, señor, y le encantaba la tierra. Le gustaba tanto que se hizo una mujer fuera de la suciedad y se casó con ella. Pero cuando él la besó, ella se desintegró. Más tarde, en el funeral, cuando el predicador dijo: "El polvo al polvo", se echó a reír a algunas personas, y el vaquero les dispararon. En su ahorcamiento, le dijo a los otros, "voy a estar esperando en el cielo --- con un arma."

I've always been really hot on westerns. All my life growing up, cowboy, cowboy, cowboy.

There are as many ways to do this as there are to portray characters in the theater. You can be the drunken cowboy from Texas or the wildly animated lady from Taiwan who can't wait to get her next bet down. You can be Caspar Milquetoast, the nervous accountant from Indianapolis who has already lost too much down the street. Or Miss Spectacular, who draws all the attention to herself, not to how she bets and plays.

A lot of people think the environment is a soft, feminine issue," the General mused. "We need Mikes." Don't be a Cowboy in enduring pollution, he seemed to say. Be a Cowboy fighting it.