Cowboys and horses hobos and trains
They're gone forever from the rails and plains
Cowboys and horses hobos and trains
But lord i'd like to see them again
Cowboys don't ride anymore on the range
Tattered old hobos no longer catch trains
Six-guns and saddles handouts and stew
They're gone forever from a life that we knew
The rails stand silent they're coated with rust
The bunkhouse is empty all covered with dust
And a ghostly voice sings refrains of cattle call
And echoes fade on the old cannon ball
The sun is setting on a time long ago
On cowboys and horses on trains and hobos
And the pages of time they turn so endlessly
And the things we love are just memories
Oh what i'd give to see them again
