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A HARD TIMES
Well, I once was a cowboy, and I to run wild.
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and in style.
But I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for Heaven; now where I go?
Where shall I go? Where I go?
I'm too for Heaven; now where shall I go?
I had me a true love, and I her my wife,
And I that I loved her most all of my life,
But the cold of the winter and the wind her low,
And she's gone on before me, now shall I go?
Where I go? Where shall I go?
She's gone on me; now where shall I go?
Well, I was a drunkard, but this I can say:
The taste of the whiskey gets each day.
The scowls, "Mack, you're drinking too slow,
And we close in ten minutes." Now shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where I go?
They close in ten minutes; now where I go?
So it's out on the street with the stars bright,
With nothing but memories to share the night.
Oh, I once was a cowboy, and I to run wild.
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and in style.
Now I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for now where shall I go?
Words and music by Staines, copyright 1980 by Folk-Legacy
Inc. Published in the book "If I Were A Word, Then I'd
Be A Song."
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