I've travelled the world, in my mangy horse
singin my song, till my throat is hoarse
the pryere is dry, and the wind is cold
feeling so down, must be getting old
But if somethin' keeps me riding, is the knowledge of my fate
that old feeling in my bones that old death won't find me late
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as
we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
Life is hard, when it feels like and a slippery slope
but
climb it, we have to do with with all
our hope
and when night give out to day, and it fells liek
nothin's new
wish I could rest this weary body, but I can't stop and
take a pew
Cos this old cowboy only rides to save his soul
life is notin' but bein out of death
on parole...
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
But we all have one another, here to take care of
as we wait for tomorrow and that final brown fuck off
