by david allan coe well i ve hiked through the sage brush i ran up some rail i slept on the bench in a few county jails and they laugh as they knocked all the wind from my sail when i was a young dallas cowboy i ve tried hard to tackle the problems at hand i ve kicked a few habits and i ve marched to the band i tried hard to follow the lady of the land when i was a young dallas cowboy i ve made a few passes that weren t incomplete i stumbled through yards on my way to the street running from beds where i did more than sleep when i was a young dallas cowboy well he tackled the bottle and he fumbled the ball and he d touchdown in alleys along where he d fall just wait for his son to make up for it all when i was a young dallas cowboy when i was a baby he broke up the team divorcing my mama to live with a dream he had back in college when he was still green and i was a young dallas cowboy now the footballs i held did not fit in my hand got me a guitar and i ve got me a band so don t put me down when i m taking my stand be proud of this young dallas cowboy yeah i m proud i m a young dallas cowboy be proud of those young dallas cowboys