That Lonesome Cowboy Rides

Through western towns he'll go
Their names he'll never know
Fighting for glory and living for the show
Inside that chute he'll wait, a nod will pull the gate
The crowd surrounds him
Counting to reach eight, he rides

How this cowboy has made a life
Of drinking away while wishing for a wife
If only he'd known that little sacrifice
Would make him the best cowboy in sight

That lonesome cowboy would spend his days winning
But crying through the night
Lonesome cowboy spent his whole life fighting
That empty man inside, he rides

That lonesome cowboy rides
That lonesome cowboy rides

That lonesome cowboy would spend his days winning
But crying through the night
Lonesome cowboy spent his whole life fighting
That empty man inside, he rides

That lonesome cowboy rides
That lonesome cowboy rides

Now days have passed him by
The years left him behind
Pining for glory, no buckle will he find
With nothing in his till, alone with broken will
The ground beneath him
Breaks his heart but still, he rides