Old Cowboy and his pony, sittin’ beside the trail

By a campfire, drinkin’ a cup of coffee

Day dreamin’ of yesterday, knowin’ that his ship was about to sail

Cattle drives and gun fights, he was about to be free

Dry as Hell, and no rain clouds in sight

The grass was dead, and the cattle needed to be fed

He was getting’ old, knew he had to fight

But he knew, somehow God was makin’ his bed

Lookin’ back, thought it was all fun and play, yesterday

His old pony was getting restless, had a pain in his chest

But he thought that he had not finished the day

Gotta get up and ride again, before the sun sets in the west

The pain hit him and he hit the ground on the trail

His hat turned into a halo and his spurs into wings

And the angels took him up the angel trail

To a good cowboy, that is what this life brings.

(Second Place ~ 1999 Dallas Songwriters Contest, Honorable Mention Austin Song Writers Contest ~ soon to be recorded)

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