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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