Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive And maybe in my younger days I could But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit And if I didn't love it so I would I recall when folks thought I was great and all the riders used to hate To see my name upon the entry door 'Cause I could ride and I could rope the others seemed to have no hope Lookin' at the buckle that I wore It said All Around Cowboy of 1964 Long days and lucky breaks helped me along Working hard and riding fast and sleeping in the cold Made me All Around Cowboy of 1964 Folks don't seem to realize the thrill I get from every ride That bronc feels like pure dynamite to me Scratched and bruised my body aches from the day to day abuse it takes Lord only knows the way it sets me free Now my days have shortened up I'm outa breaks and outa luck And things will never be the same old way As I look and shed a tear sometimes I can almost hear The echos of the judges they would say You're the All Around Cowboy of 1964 Long days and lucky breaks helped me along Working hard and riding fast and sleeping in the cold Made me All Around Cowboy of 1964 Yes I'm the All Around Cowboy of 1964