A Cowboys Hard Times lyrics
A COWBOY'S HARD TIMES 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? Words and music by Bill Staines, copyright 1980 by
Folk-Legacy Records Inc. Published in the book "If I Were A Word, Then
I'd Be A Song." filename[ HARDCOWB DC ===DOCUMENT
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