The cowboy poet Still sings His storied melodies ‘round a flickering fire On the wide open range Of the midnight sky. And sometimes when the stars are out You can hear his lilting voice Carried on the wind… He tells of roundups long ago Bandits and outlaws Rugged men who tamed the West Places like Tombstone and Laredo And the “west Texas town of El Paso” Where young lovers bid farewell. Farewell to you, old friend. Farewell. We'll keep some coffee on the stove And a warm place by the fire And when you're cold and feeling lonesome From a long and dusty ride Take off your boots and rest awhile And sing a song or two.