Kingwood Kowboy

Kingwood Kowboy (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6548)Boys, I write for the old cowboy nationAnd I hope my songs bring you fellows joyI wonder if the next generationWill remember the Kingwood KowboyNow, I have traveled the wide world overAnd many odd jobs have seen my employIt’s my time to rest under the cloverThat will soon welcome the Kingwood KowboyCowboy songs I’ve written melodialSome were happy while some were sad or coyBut my best were of cowboys jovialSo boys, think well of the Kingwood KowboyI can now see the coming last roundupThat memories of trails will soon destroyBut boys, flowers will grow from the ground upTo remind you of the Kingwood KowboyNow, when I am laid out in fine linenPardners, my old cowboy songs redeployWhen you lower the lid of the coffinSing an old song for the Kingwood KowboyAnd when on the old wagon they bear meLadies may weep over the real McCoyFor there will come no other to compare meThere will be no other Kingwood KowboyBoys, go and find some jovial fellowsAnd let them stagger as they all deployTo dig me a deep grave in the meadowAnd drink whiskey to the Kingwood KowboyThen get a couple of granite grave stonesFor my head and my feet just like Rob RoyAnd then boys, scratch on them, here lies the bonesOf the old song writer, Kingwood KowboyThen may all of you jovial cowboysSurround my cold prairie grave full of joyDrink whiskey til all of you will annoyThe mem’ry of the old Kingwood Kowboy Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.