Cowboy Castile

Remembering the days of riding horses in the steens mountains. Long hair blowing in the wind, freezing my ass of in the cold, Those were the days. Wearing boots, eating biscuits, moving cows and catching sun rays. That’s when they called me Cowboy Casteel.

Cowboy Casteel

Cowboy Casteel - riding horses

Roping and riding out on the ranch, just needed my girl by my side, oh watch your head don’t hit it on a branch. Riding horses on the range, hard work and sore legs, each morning waking up early eating bacon and eggs. They call me cowboy Casteel.

I can’t wait to go back and ride horses.

They call me cowboy Casteel