they are not a dying breed
American cowboys live and breathe
from the brim of their Stetson hats
to the cowboy boots and leather chaps
American cowboys still live and breathe
not just beef and potatoes any more
not line dancing, which some deplore
but a gentleman who treats a woman right
arms entwined as you stroll in the night
he listens intently, much to your delight
at the end of the evening, he opens your door
escorts you through, like it's not a chore
the kiss that he gives is respectful and sweet
he lassoed your heart, swept you off your feet
calling to say goodnight once again
and your head, heart, and soul invite him in