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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."
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