Stream Of Brandy

Stream Of Brandy (Larry W Jones 11/13/2020) (song #7739) Bout a mile west of El Paso on a dry Texas day Next to his saddle and lasso a dying cowboy lay His good friend sat beside him as his wound was flowing red With ears trying to hear the last words that his old pal said Pardner, old pardner, I think it’s high time I said goodbye I know that stage is a-comin’, I hear it gettin’ nigh Be sure to tell the stage coach driver where to make a stop Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top (Instrumental) You and me rode trails together and rambled all around In both fair and stormy weather we slept out on the ground Old pal, don’t let me miss that Butterfield stage and that stop Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top Tell my sweet San Francisco girl not to worry at all I’m through with ridin’ drag, cause I’ve heard my last cattle call I won’t have to wash my Levis or change my dirty socks Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top (Instrumental) When I’m gone tell her that everything’s gonna be alright That I’m somewhere out there just sleeping day and night And I’m not ridin’ trails and I won’t need no barber shop Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top Pardner, old pardner, I think it’s high time I said goodbye I know that stage is a-comin’, I hear it gettin’ nigh His head went down and he closed his eyes when his breathing stopped His pal tossed his saddle and lasso to the stage baggage top (Instrumental) Pardner, old pardner, I think it’s high time I said goodbye I know that stage is a-comin’, I hear it gettin’ nigh Be sure to tell the stage coach driver where to make a stop Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top