Well, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.
But I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
I had me a true love, and I made her my wife,
And I swear that I loved her most all of my life,
But the cold of the winter and the wind laid her low,
And she's gone on before me, now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
She's gone on before me; now where shall I go?
Well, I never was a drunkard, but this I can say:
The taste of the whiskey gets better each day.
The bartender scowls, "Mack, you're drinking too slow,
And we close in ten minutes." Now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
They close in ten minutes; now where shall I go?
So it's out on the street with the stars burning bright,
With nothing but memories to share with the night.
Oh, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.
Now I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
A Cowboy's Hard Times Video (MV)
Bill Staines - A Cowboy's Hard Times Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Well, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.
But I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
I had me a true love, and I made her my wife,
And I swear that I loved her most all of my life,
But the cold of the winter and the wind laid her low,
And she's gone on before me, now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
She's gone on before me; now where shall I go?
Well, I never was a drunkard, but this I can say:
The taste of the whiskey gets better each day.
The bartender scowls, "Mack, you're drinking too slow,
And we close in ten minutes." Now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
They close in ten minutes; now where shall I go?
So it's out on the street with the stars burning bright,
With nothing but memories to share with the night.
Oh, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.
Now I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.
But I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
I had me a true love, and I made her my wife,
And I swear that I loved her most all of my life,
But the cold of the winter and the wind laid her low,
And she's gone on before me, now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
She's gone on before me; now where shall I go?
Well, I never was a drunkard, but this I can say:
The taste of the whiskey gets better each day.
The bartender scowls, "Mack, you're drinking too slow,
And we close in ten minutes." Now where shall I go?
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
They close in ten minutes; now where shall I go?
So it's out on the street with the stars burning bright,
With nothing but memories to share with the night.
Oh, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.
And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.
Now I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,
And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?
Writer: STAINES
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC