The Cowhand's Last Ride-Jimmie Rodgers

[ti:The Cowhand's Last Ride] [ar:Jimmie Rodgers] [al:My Little Lady] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Cowhand's Last Ride - Jimmie Rodgers [00:21.48]He was just a Texas cowhand [00:25.05] [00:26.46]One that knew his stuff [00:29.69] [00:30.50]His eyes were black [00:32.32] [00:32.83]His face was tan [00:35.08]His hands were broad and rough [00:38.03] [01:01.60]He was an old buzzsaw [01:04.79] [01:06.42]All the boys stayed shy [01:09.07] [01:10.58]For they all knew his aim was true [01:14.94]He'd shoot at the wink of an eye [01:18.12] [01:19.31]One night with grass plains around us [01:22.98] [01:23.69]He met with a rustlers band [01:26.65] [01:27.96]As the flames leaped high on his old camp fire [01:32.10]He fell with a gun in his hand [01:36.05] [02:08.61]We rolled out of bed the next morning [02:11.48] [02:12.90]We dug a grave in the sand [02:15.64] [02:17.20]When we found stretched out on the ground [02:21.33]This brave and lonely cowhand [02:24.87] [02:25.87]We buried him on the prairie [02:29.05] [02:30.45]Wrapped in an old cowhide [02:33.22] [02:34.45]By the light of the moon we wrote on his tomb [02:39.51]"Another cowhand's last ride"