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He handled people and horses, if it can t be done from a horse
you could tell by the way
Now there s one empty cot in the bunkhouse, he handled people and horses, but there s one empty cot in the bunkhouse
There s a saddle that nobody rides, his hot roll still lays across the foot of his bed, another good cowboys gone home
there s a saddle that nobody rides
It was the day that the boss lady died, one hell of a hand with a rope
One empty place at the table, he d made his own deal with his god Empty, that was forty some odd years ago
Well we ain t changed a thing in the bunkhouse, one empty place at the table, he handled people and horses
He came on a train to west texas, one empty place at the table
one hell of a hand with a rope
He came west to full fill his dream, i saw him just one time in service the, he got his first job on the sixes
he taught me how to top out the bad ones
There s one empty cot in the bunkhouse, there s a saddle that nobody rides the, we buried him out on the hillside last sunday
The remuda is five horses shy, the remuda is five horses shy, if it can t be done from a horse
there s a saddle that nobody rides
he handled people and horses
from a farm back in east tennessee
he ll never ride em no more
His leggins still hang on the wall, there s a saddle that nobody rides
from a farm back in east tennessee
he d made his own deal with his god
We turned his string out to pasture, if it can t be done from a horse
He came on a train to west texas, he hated to fence and dig post holes, shes hidin her baby nearby
He would if he s ask to of course, now there s one empty cot in the bunkhouse
He taught me how to top out the bad ones, he taught me how to top out the bad ones
The remuda is five horses shy, the remuda is five horses shy, one empty place at the table
shes hidin her baby nearby
He d made his own deal with his god, he d made his own deal with his god
The remuda is five horses shy, he came on a train to west texas, then he d swear how theres nothin in life thats worth doin
He came west to full fill his dream, another good cowboys gone home in, one empty place at the table
Well we ain t changed a thing in the bunkhouse, that was forty some odd years ago, one empty place at the table
there s a saddle that nobody rides
He ll never ride em no more, he would if he s ask to of course Steagall, you could tell by the way
he would if he s ask to of course
his hot roll still lays across the foot of his bed
I saw him just one time in service, he got his first job on the sixes
we ain t ready to admit that he s gone
he taught me how to top out the bad ones
We ain t ready to admit that he s gone, one empty place at the table, he came on a train to west texas
He d made his own deal with his god, one empty place at the table
the remuda is five horses shy
If it can t be done from a horse, he was the best we ever saw with the bad ones Cot, one empty place at the table
one empty place at the table
he hated to fence and dig post holes
The remuda is five horses shy, he got his first job on the sixes, the remuda is five horses shy
But there s one empty cot in the bunkhouse, he got his first job on the sixes, he d made his own deal with his god
he came west to full fill his dream
His hot roll still lays across the foot of his bed, the remuda is five horses shy, he was the best we ever saw with the bad ones
there s one empty cot in the bunkhouse
You could tell by the way, the remuda is five horses shy
the remuda is five horses shy
That was forty some odd years ago, there s a saddle that nobody rides Bunkhouse, we buried him out on the hillside last sunday
He ll never ride em no more, his leggins still hang on the wall in, i saw him just one time in service
then he d swear how theres nothin in life thats worth doin
He got his first job on the sixes, shes hidin her baby nearby, we turned his string out to pasture
One hell of a hand with a rope, all he wanted outa life was to cowboy
But there s one empty cot in the bunkhouse, there s a saddle that nobody rides the, there s one empty cot in the bunkhouse
The remuda is five horses shy, we turned his string out to pasture, he was the best we ever saw with the bad ones
His hot roll still lays across the foot of his bed, how to tell a good horse from his eye
we buried him out on the hillside last sunday
