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A COWBOY'S HARD TIMES (Bill Staines) Well, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild. And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style. But I'm too old for horses, too old for the show, And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go? Where shall I go? Where shall I go? I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go? I had me a true love, and I made her my wife, And I swear that I loved her most all of my life, But the cold of the winter and the wind laid her low, And she's gone on before me, now where shall I go? Where shall I go? Where shall I go? She's gone on before me; now where shall I go? Well, I never was a drunkard, but this I can say: The taste of the whiskey gets better each day. The bartender scowls, "Mack, you're drinking too slow, And we close in ten minutes." Now where shall I go? Where shall I go? Where shall I go? They close in ten minutes; now where shall I go? So it's out on the street with the stars burning bright, With nothing but memories to share with the night. Oh, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild. And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style. Now I'm too old for horses, too old for the show, And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go? copyright 1980 by Mineral River Music Published in the book "If I Were A Word, Then I'd Be A Song." @work @cowboy filename[ HARDCOWB DC |
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