When the rodeo was over, we're all go to the room.
We're drink some beer relax awhile and sing some cowboy tunes.
That old guitar we passed around, it was battered, scratched, and
Broke.
But lord it sounded mighty fine, when john ed sang "cowpoke"
Ben he
Dunder
Clyde he
But damn it nearly make you cry when john ed sang "cowpoke"
Someday this road i travel, lord i will leave behind.
But memories of the things i
On a quiet summer
I
