https://kingwoodkowboy.com/ Ballad Of Montana McCoy (Larry W Jones 09/19/2019) (song #7604) I well recall the night when he strolled in Weather was frigid from a new cold snap I don’t rightly know just where to begin An oilskin coat covered the tall bold chap He stood at the long bar rail looking tired Then ordered a shot and gazed all around He was a wrangler whom some folks admired But the look on his face was full of frown Here’s to those good cowboys now dead and gone To all the pals that I hold dear If anyone asks who must move along Say Montana McCoy was here Then from his mouth came words quiet and low Now, listen pards and I’ll tell you my tale This man of the west packs a heavy load And never more will I wrangle cow trails I rode out of Billings and Alberton All the way to Bridger and Yellowstone But cattle trails have scarred this western son And now on safer trails is where I’ll roam Here’s to those good cowboys now dead and gone To all the pals that I hold dear If anyone asks who must move along Say Montana McCoy was here One awful day in the cold wind and rain We were driving cattle quite far from town There were five of us from Helena grange And one young cowboy from Sheridan Mound We were all cowboys who rode the far range Never once did we stop to count the cost But now when I think back it seems so strange That on one bad day five good pals were lost Here’s to those good cowboys now dead and gone To all the pals that I hold dear If anyone asks who must move along Say Montana McCoy was here The storm it caused a big cattle stampede Hooves were heard pounding in the rain that poured We rode like the wind, didn’t give no heed That we might never see our homes no more The lead cows were circled but none were slowed While all of us hoped they would settle down The whole herd looked like a river that flowed Where a cowboy might fall and surely drown Here’s to those good cowboys now dead and gone To all the pals that I hold dear If anyone asks who must move along Say Montana McCoy was here The cattle were ragin’ and runnin’ wild We cowboys tried to get the upper hand Along with the wild herd we too were riled Riding like all good cowboys for the brand When I awoke the night had turned to dawn I dragged myself to my horse feeling sore Then I cussed that herd over what they’d done And vowed to never drive cattle no more Here’s to those good cowboys now dead and gone To all the pals that I hold dear If anyone asks who must move along Say Montana McCoy was here Now, ever since that awful day and night I’ve been roamin’ and tryin’ to forget That wild stampede where we lost the fight I can see the faces of lost pals yet And sometimes at night when the moon is high I can feel the wind tearing at my skin I hear cowboys who never said goodbye All five of them were like my next of kin Here’s to those good cowboys now dead and gone To all the pals that I hold dear If anyone asks who must move along Say Montana McCoy was here
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