That Fateful Night in Wyoming

There once was a cowboy
by the name of Bronco Billy.
He rode those bucking horses
and enjoyed being wild and free.

He always loved
those glorious lights
and the cheering of the crowd
on a Saturday night.

When he won
and he was the winningest man,
it sure felt good
holding those greenbacks in his hand.

His poor dear mama
how she worried
that he'd have a bad fall
and it'd be the end of his story.

Unfortunately, the future is unseen
and fears can become true
like when ol' Billy
did the last of what he loves to do.

That last ride began like the others
no one knew that it'd be his end
until they saw him laying lifeless
upon that dirt up in Cheyenne.

The doctors say he broke his neck
instantly hearing the angels sing
so don't you worry Mama
because his soul was set free on that fateful night in Wyoming.

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