Lyrics - A Cowboys Hard Times by Staines Bill

A
COWBOY'
S
HARD
TIMESWell,
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[
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