I don't ride ranges,
And I don't herd the cattle;
I don't carry a pair 'o six packs,
And I don't say "Giddyap" to my steed.
I ain't your typical
Shoot 'em up and lay 'em down cowboy.
My range is the sky,
And my herd are the clouds;
My trusty steed is a Citabria
When I'm flyin' hundreds if feet 'bove the ground.
I can do loops and hammerhead stalls,
And spin 'till your guts come out.
My barrels are unmatched
When it comes to acrobats.
Some say I'm a crazy fool,
But this is what I do.
So call me the Sky Cowboy –