Ghost Cowboy

Another day has ended,
With the fadin’ of the light.
Supper’s done and now it’s time,
To bed down for the night.

And rest this weary body,
That’s grown sore and wracked with age.
I’ll try to find some comfort,
Lyin’ here among the sage.

With head upon the saddle,
And hat coverin’ my face,
My mind will soon be wanderin’,
‘Bout gettin’ to this place.

It’s been a gruelin’ journey,
That I’ve travelled without fear.
But now my spurs are rusty,
And I know the end is near.

The trail has finally led me to,
Where all ghost cowboys roam.
Come break of dawn, I’m ridin’ on,
And won’t be comin’ home.

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