The Cowboy Way

I’ve ridden many a trail in my life & regrets I have few For I lived the life I chose & to the Cowboy way stayed true I will not ask for a mansion when I stand before God’s throne I’ll be happy with a bedroll, a good herd & a sturdy roan A cowboy’s dream is what I lived for so many happy years I had my spread & family, made a good living from the calves & steers So do not cry when you think of me, for I would rather see you smile Rest easy in the knowing that because of you, my life was not a trial Do not stand around & speak in hushed & hallowed tones For there is nothing in this casket, except for husk & bones My Spirit saddled up & hit the trail, heeding the Master’s call And though I ride for him now, I’ll miss you one & all In the creak of saddle leather & the jinglebobs you hear I hope you think of me & know that I am ever near I ride a range that knows no end, no stampede or rain And I’ll keep one saddled for you until we meet again