Like a broncy cayuse that never had no use
I'm desperately fighting to ride all the time
These hard working fingers they take some time to linger
On that foolhardy man of mine
I was hoping he'd be there at home
But instead I just watched the lawn grow
But I'm glad he can be where the winds blowing free
So I followed him walking his pace
In a wild and windy place
Through rough rivers churning he left with no warning

Cause they're hard running critters and wild eyed quitters
Kicking up all they can find
That fool hardy man of mine
That fool hardy man of mine

My mind's too gentle a place for his rowdy and wounded face
And I'm bleeding and stumbling and constantly
fumbling at the end of the race
So I guess I'll just let the fool win
Cause this chasing gets ugly as sin
And I'll pull back the reins on the plans I had made

Cause they're hard running critters and wild eyed quitters
Kicking up all they can find
That fool hardy man of mine
That fool hardy man of mine