A Cowboy's Last Will

A Cowboy's Last Will The old cowboy struggled for breath, Heartbeat faint, his eyes set He whispered softly before death - "Wait! I ain't finished yet! " "Don't lay me where my feet are cold Or where the lightnin' plays. Keep me from rushin' waters bold And where the rattler stays. Don't put me where they might stampede, I've seen enough of that. Or where the cliff face might recede, I'd rather see it flat. Keep me from where the Norther blows And ice grows on your chin. I've seen enough of sleet and snows And brutal killin' wind. And most of all protect me well From sandstorms in my face. I'd rather face the fires of hell Than sand in my last place. I know I'd rather be laid down Where I can feel at home. Maybe I could be laid in town So I won't feel alone. Why not just put me in a place Where I can hear a tune. Just lay me underneath the stage In that Longhorn saloon." Those were the last words that he spoke They shrugged and said "Why not? A cowboy in a bar who's dead - That ain't a brand new thought." When you pass by in your new Fords And if you really care, You'll find him underneath them boards, The Longhorn S'loon's still there.