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Goodnight, Cowboy
Chorus:
The campfire is burnin'
At the end of the day.
The stars in the night,
Well, they all seem to say,
“You tired ole' cowboy,
Lay your weary head down;
Whistle a tune
To the sweet evening sounds.
The ponies are fed
As the sky turns to red.
Goodnight, sweet cowboy,
Goodnight.”
He came to the mountains
From South Carolina;
This city-boy cowpoke
Longed to ride through the pines;
To roam through the foothills
Just his pony and him,
And dream of his sweetheart
Back home.
He rode through the sunshine
And he rode through the rain.
Inches or miles
Seem to pass all the same.
It wasn't for fortune
And it wasn't for fame;
The trails that he rode
Kept a cowboy's good name.
Chorus:
Written for Victor Waterman 1920-2000
Sleep well, old friend…
© Scott Cameron Smith 1999 |
for lyrics.
