Don Edwards - 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 buzzsaw 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 Rolled out of bed the next morning Dug a grave in the sand When we found stretched out on the ground This brave and lonely cowhand We rolled out of bed the next morning 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" Oh, the cowhand's last ride