A Cowboy’s Hard Times

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A Cowboy’s Hard Times

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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? Where shall I go? Where shall I go? 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?

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  • Bill Staines