He was born on a bright day, 1908
Must have made up his mind that he just couldn't wait
The labor came on so quick and so fast
They rushed to town but she just couldn't last
He entered the world with his daddy playing doctor
A horse for a nursemaid, cattle milling about
Born in the back of his daddy's ranch wagon
Into the tools of the trade there was never a doubt
He loved the wide open spaces the best
He looked east every morning, every evening he looked west
Loved his cowboying ways more than anyone knew
Cowboy from Catarina, it's open spaces for you
Cowboy from Catarina, it's open spaces for you
Spent whole days on horseback just explaining the country
The eighties rolled around and his skin was wrinkled leather
The hearing had faded and his balance had been better
But he could still spot a buck three fencelines away
And cowboy from Catarina I wonder where you are today
Are you down in the draw where the rock faces whistle
Are you sitting amongst the mesquite shrubs and thistles
Can you smell the whitebrush that the breeze carries by
And are you thanking the angels for your cowboyin' life
Cause you loved the wide open spaces the best
You looked east every morning, every evening you looked out west
You loved your cowboying ways more than anyone knew
Cowboy from Catarina, it's open spaces for you
Cowboy from Catarina, it's open spaces
It's them wide open spaces for you