Charlie Rutlage

Lyrics

Another good cowpuncher has gone to meet his fate I hope he'll find a resting place, within the golden gate Another place is vacant on the ranch of the X I T 'Twill be hard to find another that's liked as well as he The first that died was Kid White, a man both tough and brave While Charlie Rutlage makes the third to be sent to his grave Caused by a cowhorse falling, while running after stock; 'Twas on the spring round up, a place where death men mock He went forward one morning on a circle through the hills He was gay and full of glee, and free from earthly ills; But when it came to finish up the work on which he went Nothing came back from him; his time on earth was spent 'Twas as he rode the round up, a XIT turned back to the herd; Poor Charlie shoved him in again, his cutting horse he spurred; Another turned; at that moment his horse the creature spied And turned and fell with him; beneath, poor Charlie died His relations in Texas his face never more will see But I hope he'll meet his loved ones beyond in eternity I hope he'll meet his parents, will meet them face to face And that they'll grasp him by the right hand at the shining throne of grace