Not Pretending
Cowboying is in our blood.
Cowboying is in our bruises.
It’s in our rained soaked jackets.
In our calloused hands, tested by barbed wire and rope.
Our mud stained boots to the crown of our Resistol hat.
You live out west for even the shortest time, and there's one thing you learn, you can’t pretend out here.
RESISTOL WE LIVE IT EVERY DAY