~~~ Another Old Cowboy Has Died By Ben McKenzie Sit down on that old saddle, Put all your doing aside, I only rode out here to tell ya’, Another old cowboy's died. I know its getting hard for the taking, All those empty saddles hanging off the corral, I like to think of them in heaven, But you know there'll be cowboys in hell! His death sorta’ got me to thinking, Of everyone I ever called friend, That have already gone to the Great Beyond, And I'll never see again. Cause they were the right kind of fellas, And heaven is where they belong, I treated them right in my passing, And mourn for them now that they’re gone. Our trails will never cross again, They'll rope a different spread. They won't remember this outlaw, Or see me again when I'm dead. I hold no remorse for the things I've done, That cut me out of the herd. I always played the hand I was dealt, And never went back on my word. Now I ain’t just jacking my jaw bones, A man can't deny what’s true! I just got to thinkin’ it won't be long, Till you'll be going too. That's why its such a welcome sight, To see you standing there now, With that old pitchfork in your hand, And the sweat beading up on your brow. I remember the times we throwed together, And a lot of things best left unsaid. I rode the trails again with you my friend, Last night while I lay in bed. There was Curley Joe and Toothless Pete, Sam, Sunny, Kindle and Tex. Talking as though they was still in the go, Reliving life's little wrecks. I thought of the day they'll lay you away. I'm ashamed to admit I cried. Then I just rode over to tell ya’, Another old cowboy's died. ~~~