Текст песни Staines Bill - A Cowboys Hard Times
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A COWBOY`S HARD TIMESWell, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.But I`m too old for horses, too old for the show,And I`m too young for Heaven; now where shall I go? Where shall I go? Where shall I go? I`m too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?I had me a true love, and I made her my wife,And I swear that I loved her most all of my life,But the cold of the winter and the wind laid her low,And she`s gone on before me, now where shall I go? Where shall I go? Where shall I go? She`s gone on before me; now where shall I go?Well, I never was a drunkard, but this I can say:The taste of the whiskey gets better each day.The bartender scowls, "Mack, you`re drinking too slow,And we close in ten minutes." Now where shall I go? Where shall I go? Where shall I go? They close in ten minutes; now where shall I go? So it`s out on the street with the stars burning bright, With nothing but memories to share with the night.Oh, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.Now I`m too old for horses, too old for the show,And I`m too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?Words and music by Bill Staines, copyright 1980 by Folk-LegacyRecords Inc. Published in the book "If I Were A Word, Then I`dBe A Song."filename[ HARDCOWBDC===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===