I've travelled the
world, in my mangy
horse
singin my song, till my throat is hoarse
the pryere is
dry, and the wind is
cold
feeling so down, must be getting old
But if somethin' keeps me riding, is the knowledge of my fate
that old feeling in my
bones that old death won't find me late
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
Life is
hard, when it feels like and a slippery slope
but climb it, we have to do with with all our
hope
and when night give out to
day, and it fells liek nothin's new
wish I could rest this weary body, but I can't
stop and take a pew
Cos this old cowboy only rides to save his soul
life is notin' but bein out of death on parole...
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
