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Ridin' On, Alone
Ridin' down into the canyon Looking for some strays I chanced to think about The passing of the days. Been chasing after cattle Seems a mighty long time And all those days I ain't be able To save so much as a dime. Never thought I'd get rich Hiring out with herds But cowboyin' and old age Seems really for the birds. My backside and that old saddle Have formed a kind of warp and woof So the leather's highly polished And now there's snow upon my roof. When I was a young stud With a bellyful of fire Living day to day was okay And riding out for hire. But now the cows are contankerous And cow ponies ain't so smart So I've started in a-wishing I had a gal to share my heart. There was a gal in Lubbock With long and yellow hair But that was a long time ago. She's no longer there. I remember what it was like to love Then left alone to ache Lonely hours in the saddle Every memory a heartbreak. All those years riding the range I've had some time to think Of the difference 'tween Hereford hides And skin so soft and pink. But now time and youth are gone Left back there in the colorful past Old horse and I are all that's left Alone on the range as long as we last. by E. Marshall Evans
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