Cowboy Taxes

[Verse] Rode out at dawn with the cattle in tow, Dust on my boots and a hat dipped low, But come April's tide, there's a different chore, The IRS is knockin', can't ignore no more. [Verse 2] Spent my whole life wranglin' and ridin' free, Livin' off the land and a worn-out saddle seat, But Uncle Sam's got a way, of findin' you, Sometimes a cowboy's gotta settle up too. [Chorus] Oh, we ride the range and mend the fence lines, But those tax forms come around like a storm in the pines, Sometimes we're free, under open skies so blue, Sometimes a cowboy's gotta pay his dues. [Verse 3] Ain't no round-up keeps the taxman away, He's got a ledger, and he marks the days, Even the wild ones, bound to settle down, When the revenue man's comin' to town. [Verse 4] But Lord knows, it's a pain in the hide, Fillin' out forms and settlin' rides, I'd rather be out where the eagles fly, But the government's gotta get its slice of the pie. [Chorus] Oh, we ride the range and mend the fence lines, But those tax forms come around like a storm in the pines, Sometimes we're free, under open skies so blue, Sometimes a cowboy's gotta pay his dues.