Cowbabies...

It's bulls and blood, it's dust and mud

It's the roar of a Sunday crowd, it's the white in his knuckles

The gold in the buckle he'll win the next go 'round

It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats

It's spurs and latigo, it's the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo