A Cowboy's Hard Times

Well, 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?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
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?