Hank Snow - Cowhand's Last Ride lyrics

He was just a Texas cowhand One that knew his stuff His eyes were black His face was tan His hands were broad and rough Tough as an old buzzsaw All the boys stayed shy For they all knew his aim was true He'd shoot at the wink of an eye One night with gra** plains around us He met with a rustlers band As the flames leaped high on his old camp fire He fell 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"