Songs Of The Kingwood Kowboy
Kingwood Kowboy (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6548) Boys, I write for the old cowboy nation And I hope my songs bring you fellows joy I wonder if the next generation Will remember the Kingwood Kowboy Now, I have traveled the wide world over And many odd jobs have seen my employ It’s my time to rest under the clover That will soon welcome the Kingwood Kowboy Cowboy songs I’ve written melodial Some were happy while some were sad or coy But my best were of cowboys jovial So boys, think well of the Kingwood Kowboy I can now see the coming last roundup That memories of trails will soon destroy But boys, flowers will grow from the ground up To remind you of the Kingwood Kowboy Now, when I am laid out in fine linen Pardners, my old cowboy songs redeploy When you lower the lid of the coffin Sing an old song for the Kingwood Kowboy And when on the old wagon they bear me Ladies may weep over the real McCoy For there will come no other to compare me There will be no other Kingwood Kowboy Boys, go and find some jovial fellows And let them stagger as they all deploy To dig me a deep grave in the meadow And drink whiskey to the Kingwood Kowboy Then get a couple of granite grave stones For my head and my feet just like Rob Roy And then boys, scratch on them, here lies the bones Of the old song writer, Kingwood Kowboy Then may all of you jovial cowboys Surround my cold prairie grave full of joy Drink whiskey til all of you will annoy The mem’ry of the old Kingwood Kowboy ---------------------------------------- Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy [https://acast.com/privacy] for more information.
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