The Cowhand's Last Ride lyrics

He was just a Texas cowhand

One that knew his stuff

His eyes was black, his face was tan

His hands were broad and rough

Tough as an old buzz saw

All of the boys stayed shy

For they all knew his aim was true

He'd shoot at the wink of an eye

One night in last spring's roundup

Met with a rustlers band

The flames leaped higher from his old camp fire

Died with a gun in his hand

We rolled out of bed the next morning

We dug a grave in the sand

When we found stretched out on the ground

This brave and lonely cowhand

We buried him on the prairie

Wrapped in an old cowhide

By the light of the moon we wrote on his tomb

"Another cowhand's last ride"