There's one empty cot in the bunkhous There's a saddle that nobody rides One empty place at the tablture
He'll never ride em no more We buried him out on the hillside last sunday Another good cowboys gone home
He came on a train to west texas From a farm back in east tennessee And all of his life he just wanted to cowboy He came west to fulfill his dream
He got his first job on the sixes That was forty some odd years ago And in breaking the bad ones he’s the best that we’ve seen One hell of a hand with a rope
