A Cowboys Hard Times — текст песни (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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