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| The Broken Cowboy Everyone by his side As he starts his ride All gather round To hear the stories of�life he's found Shakin' his hand, pattin' his back Always an offer to carry his tac All look up to him They see a man fit and thin � So many people,�names hard to recall But the faces, he remembers them all Each one tells a story of when they met Never would they ever forget � The day came when the bulls finally won The day they all hoped would never come The cowboy hung up his chaps and rope But to this day, he holds onto dreams and hope � Alone with his memories and pain He wonders if he'll ever hear from anyone again At first a few called and wrote Until they all saw how bad he was broke � They all fell away one by one All walked off into the setting sun No more letters, no one�makes the�call Ever since this cowboy took his�last fall � And he wonders if he'll ever find love again Of a good woman and a friend But in his mind he knows The years of hard ridin are startin to show � Aches in his back and in his knees Feeling as old as those twisted up trees Shoulders tattered, shattered and torn Body busted, bruised and worn � Reality hits him like the cold hard ground And he realizes why no one comes 'round For just like a child's�worn out play toy Who could ever want a broken ol' Cowboy � Darrin L. Broyhill � � � � � � � � |
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| Music Entitled: Lane's Theme |