True Grit

Cowboys are special as the song goes Puts a calming hand on his horse's nose Hooves were trimmed just a bit too close Weeks in ice Old Dan soaked And there the cowboy by his side Through the bitter wind, through the night Whispering to him "You'll be all right" The two of them tough as rawhide True Grit True Grit Fixing fences, clearing trails Turning tires, pulling nails True Friends we ran a straight line Never judged his ways nor did he judge mine True Grit True Grit Back to the wall his chances frail He's taken many-a-hit Tough through it all he did not fail He truly is True Grit