Ballad Of Montana McCoy

Ballad Of Montana McCoy (Larry W Jones 09/19/2019) (song #7604)I well recall the night when he strolled inWeather was frigid from a new cold snapI don’t rightly know just where to beginAn oilskin coat covered the tall bold chapHe stood at the long bar rail looking tiredThen ordered a shot and gazed all aroundHe was a wrangler whom some folks admiredBut the look on his face was full of frownHere’s to those good cowboys now dead and goneTo all the pals that I hold dearIf anyone asks who must move alongSay Montana McCoy was hereThen from his mouth came words quiet and lowNow, listen pards and I’ll tell you my taleThis man of the west packs a heavy loadAnd never more will I wrangle cow trailsI rode out of Billings and AlbertonAll the way to Bridger and YellowstoneBut cattle trails have scarred this western sonAnd now on safer trails is where I’ll roamHere’s to those good cowboys now dead and goneTo all the pals that I hold dearIf anyone asks who must move alongSay Montana McCoy was hereOne awful day in the cold wind and rainWe were driving cattle quite far from townThere were five of us from Helena grangeAnd one young cowboy from Sheridan MoundWe were all cowboys who rode the far rangeNever once did we stop to count the costBut now when I think back it seems so strangeThat on one bad day five good pals were lostHere’s to those good cowboys now dead and goneTo all the pals that I hold dearIf anyone asks who must move alongSay Montana McCoy was hereThe storm it caused a big cattle stampedeHooves were heard pounding in the rain that pouredWe rode like the wind, didn’t give no heedThat we might never see our homes no moreThe lead cows were circled but none were slowedWhile all of us hoped they would settle downThe whole herd looked like a river that flowedWhere a cowboy might fall and surely drownHere’s to those good cowboys now dead and goneTo all the pals that I hold dearIf anyone asks who must move alongSay Montana McCoy was hereThe cattle were ragin’ and runnin’ wildWe cowboys tried to get the upper handAlong with the wild herd we too were riledRiding like all good cowboys for the brandWhen I awoke the night had turned to dawnI dragged myself to my horse feeling soreThen I cussed that herd over what they’d doneAnd vowed to never drive cattle no moreHere’s to those good cowboys now dead and goneTo all the pals that I hold dearIf anyone asks who must move alongSay Montana McCoy was hereNow, ever since that awful day and nightI’ve been roamin’ and tryin’ to forgetThat wild stampede where we lost the fightI can see the faces of lost pals yetAnd sometimes at night when the moon is highI can feel the wind tearing at my skinI hear cowboys who never said goodbyeAll five of them were like my next of kinHere’s to those good cowboys now dead and goneTo all the pals that I hold dearIf anyone asks who must move alongSay Montana McCoy was here Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.