It's a story sad to tell About the end of life's trail For the best cowboy I've ever known He left here so young With his dreams still undone He moved on to that heavenly home A cowboy he was king He loved the roundups in spring And he loved Texas it was always his home We know The Lord understands How we miss our old friend Without you Jim how can we go on He'd save the best horse for you For him an old bronc would do He'd ride the bad one and never complain When you needed a hand He'd be there 'till the end He'd stand by you in sunshine or rain A cowboy he was king He could do anything His heart was made of pure gold It won't ever seem right It still cuts like a knife Without you Jim how can we go on Green pastures now he rides On that range beyond the skies In that country where he'll never grow old On a good horse he'll fly With the angels by his side Running freely down trails of shining gold A cowboy he was king We'd laugh and we'd sing His favorite was The Strawberry Roan So adios my good friend Someday we'll ride again Without you Jim how can we go on 2003 Pistol Hill Music ASCAP