Sunset from Sunset by The Buck Dodgers Stringband

The Buck Dodgers Stringband – Sunset (Trad)

Come shades of dead cowboys, once carefree young cowboys
Dead ghosts of old comrades I rode with so long
When life was before us, we rode oft in chorus
Old ghosts, do you hear now, the lone wolf’s last song?

I’m an old high-heeled cowboy, an old has-been cowboy,
For long o'er the prairies I’ve roamed far and wide.
But my last campfire’s blazing, my old eyes fast glazing.
I rode my last bronco and rode my last ride.

My campfire is crowded with faces smoke shrouded,
But all are ghost faces of comrades I knew.
My turn’s come to die, ghosts, with no human by, ghosts
The gate is before me and soon I’ll pass through.

I’m a fast-sinking cowboy, a poor lonesome cowboy,
Who soon pass to judgment, his sins to atone.
When the gate swings behind me, may Christ’s mercy find me.
He knows it’s blame lonely, to die slow alone.

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