A Cowboys Hard Times Lyrics - Singles - Staines Bill

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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