Vanishing Cowboy

Vanishing Cowboy (Larry W Jones 09/27/2019) (song #7616)I remember my grandpa riding through the gateWondering why beef sold at such a lower rateI remember with sadness his once famous brandLying in his casket with bridle in his handIt’s like heresy when a legacy has gone awayGood cowhands riding for the brand have gone to yesterdayHe’s a vanishing cowboy who rode like the wayward windWhen he grew old he chose dominoes with his friends(Instrumental)Grandpa knew days were comin’, he didn’t wonderHis banker issued summons that seemed like plunderBut grandpa was a cowboy, lived the cowboy codeHe kept the ranch but had to have the whole herd soldA four lane divided freeway crosses my grandpa’s ranchThe graveyard worker couldn’t see I was my grandpa’s branchThe dirt he shoveled in would soon grow flowers for his shadeI stood there for hours by a good vanishing cowboy’s graveIt’s like heresy when a legacy has gone awayGood cowhands riding for the brand have gone to yesterdayHe’s a vanishing cowboy who rode like the wayward windWhen he grew old he chose dominoes with his friendsHe’s a vanishing cowboy who rode for the brand Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.