Goodbye to my pal of the prairie
Goodbye to the cattle and trail
Goodbye to the morning's first gleaming
Goodbye to the prairie and vail
I'm riding away on last round-up
Where the sun is sinking low
I'm riding away on my brown girl
To the round-up where we all must go
Goodbye to the crack of the pistol
Goodbye to the wild life's whirl
Goodbye to the Rimrock races
Goodbye to the wild Irish girl
So boys when you're far from the Rimrock
You lean over the canyon below
You can think of the spot where I'm resting
For the round-up of eternal souls
I'm riding away on last round-up
Where the sun is sinking low
I'm riding away on my brown girl
To the round-up where we all must go
Goodbye to the cry of the coyote
Goodbye to the calls of the dove
Goodbye to the morning's first gleaming
Goodbye to the girl that I love
Goodbye to the dawning's first blushes
That there in the east faintly glow
For the pale rider comes with his summing
And I'm willing and ready to go
I'm riding away on last round-up
Where the sun is sinking low
I'm riding away on my brown girl
To the round-up where we all must go
I'm riding away on last round-up
Where the sun is sinking low
I'm riding away on my brown girl
To the round-up where we all must go