OLD COWBOY

The great plains are empty; no more do they ring
With the voice of the old cowboy as he yodles and sings
Old Cowboy, we miss you. Where have you gone?
The old cow you range you rode so long
And the old mess wagon where you made your home,
Now stand deserted, forlorn, so alone - Old Cowboy.
Your tarpaulin at the fire spread under the stars
To rest your tired head - Old Cowboy.

From the range forever your voice is still,
No more does it echo resound from the hills - Old Cowboy.

Old Cowboy, we miss you every day,
Miss your cheerful smile and your laughter so gay,
And the iron you used to burn in your brand - Old Cowboy.

Your horses and cattle have gone from the range,
Your saddle is empty and nothing remains,
But a shadow of sorrow and a memory of pain - Old Cowboy.

From the range forever your voice is still,
No more does it echo resound from the hills - Old Cowboy.

Around the old chuck wagon now so still,
Where once the cowboy ate his fill
Of good old beans and mulligan hot,
And the coffee out of an old black pot,
Silence prevails - the old cowboy has gone,
And no more will we hear his cowboy songs.
From the range forever your voice is still,
No more does it echo resound from the hills - Old Cowboy.

By: Matt Warner
Reprinted with permission of Miss Joyce Warner, Price, Utah