Some old cowboy came callin'
Said I rode this way years ago
When I had younger bones
And newer ideas

He'd rode in on a strawberry roan
Lookin' for a vein of gold
He knew he'd never find

He'd rode ev'ry inch of Texas
He'd passed up most of New Mexico
Got stuck in a snow drift just north of Flagstaff
Broke three ribs in an Oklahoma rodeo

He said I listened to the whispers
That settled in the wind
Subtle stories taking friends
That never came back again

Glory came to some he'd known well
Others worked until they fell
He'd rode Shooting Star tell he died

All his young friends had withered
And many had turned to dust
As the days drifted and whisky waned
He took his last breath this dusk

Some old cowboy came callin'
Said I rode this way years ago
When I had younger bones
And newer ideas