The cost of being a cowboy is slightly different for everyone. Some wouldn’t consider it a cost at all – content and merry to ride through life without long-term care or concern, happy to connect with people along the way without making any binding or committed promises, and perfectly satisfied with being alone should that be the result of their choices and lifestyle. (Not everyone is willing to put up with someone who only wants to roam.)
Wildcat Kelly, lookin’ mighty pale
Was standing by the sherrif’s side
And when the sherrif said “I’m sending you to jail”
Wildcat raised his head and cried
For those who desire the cowboy’s freedom, and seemingly-carefree lifestyle, they would be wise to dwell and deliberate on what that means for the long haul – because a cowboy’s career isn’t typically made to last that long. The physical exertion runs down and ruins the body faster than an office job ever could – and the mental and emotional strain for those who aren’t cowboys in their hearts can be equally debilitating. To do all that just for a taste of freedom, to live life defiantly alone, should it come to that, are choices that come with consequences. A true cowboy won’t mind, or even think of it that way. For the rest of us flirting with the cowboy life, these are things to consider. And for anyone remotely toying with the idea of falling in love with a cowboy, good luck. The heart of a cowboy is pure – and at its core all it wants is freedom without fences.
Wildcat Kelly, back again in town
Was standing by his sweetheart’s side
And when his sweetheart said “come on, let’s settle down”
Wildcat raised his head and cried
