The cowboy's lady is crying
tonight because the cowboy is out on the range
Running and rambling and chasing
some stray and good cowboys don't ever change
I tried to hold him in the home corral,
but the grasses were greener outside
So I'm going to sit here in front of this door
And I've loaded up my cowboy's forty-four
When the smoke clears there'll be
a new brand on his eyes
This is my cowboy's last ride
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Oh I hate to see him go but
I won't be staying home crying
I hate to watch him die but
this is my cowboy's last ride
Cowboy remembers the old trails we rode
and he's back in the saddle tonight
This time I'm letting the home fires
burn out and I'm leaving when
I blow out his light
Because I still remember good watering
holes and the places that are open and wide
And I have decided he won't put me
down a filly should be free for horsing around
And I will no longer be hobbled and tied
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