You might think it's strange
To ride
The range
But there's an ole cowboy,
As he rides along
He always sings a song
He sings of days gone by
Sometimes his songs
Make you cry
He is so frail
Still he rides that trail
His voice is not as loud
But still that ole cowboy
Is mighty proud
Soon it will be the end of the trail
To heaven
His soul will sail
He has punched his last steer
He knows the
End is near
But sing he must
He will be found
In the trails dust
He was a lonly cuss
Nothing Like us
He was a loner
Yep He is a goner.

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