Vanishing Cowboy

2 weeks ago by @kingwoodkowboy

Liner Notes

cowboy, western, country,

Lyrics

Vanishing Cowboy

I remember my grandpa riding through the gate
Wondering why beef sold at such a lower rate
I remember with sadness his once famous brand
Lying in his casket with bridle in his hand

It’s like heresy when a legacy has gone away
Good cowhands riding for the brand have gone to yesterday
He’s a vanishing cowboy who rode like the wayward wind
When he grew old he chose dominoes with his friends

(Instrumental)

Grandpa knew days were comin’, he didn’t wonder
His banker issued summons that seemed like plunder
But grandpa was a cowboy, lived the cowboy code
He kept the ranch but had to have the whole herd sold

A four lane divided freeway crosses my grandpa’s ranch
The graveyard worker couldn’t see I was my grandpa’s branch
The dirt he shoveled in would soon grow flowers for his shade
I stood there for hours by a good vanishing cowboy’s grave

It’s like heresy when a legacy has gone away
Good cowhands riding for the brand have gone to yesterday
He’s a vanishing cowboy who rode like the wayward wind
When he grew old he chose dominoes with his friends

He’s a vanishing cowboy who rode for the brand

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