who don't ride away in the sunset
who corral their urge to run free
They come home at sundown
to help with the seeds they have planted
and drifters keep drifting
They leave off where real men begin
Who don't ride away in the sunset
who won't let the cupboards go bare
They keep home fires burnin'
Sundays and birthdays and Christmas
Now let's give them credit,
you're lucky if you've got
and drifters keep a -driftin'
They leave off where real men begin
who don't ride away in the sunset
cause these are the men who are men
He'll stick by you through thick and thin
With two still in high chairs
It takes a good man to hang in
So let tumbleweeds tumble
and drifters keep drifting
They leave off where real men begin
who don't ride away in the sunset
cause these are the men who are men
cause these are the men who are men
