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Kingwood Kowboy (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6548)

Boys, I write for the old cowboy nation

And I hope my songs bring you fellows joy

I wonder if the next generation

Will remember the Kingwood Kowboy

Now, I have traveled the wide world over

And many odd jobs have seen my employ

It’s my time to rest under the clover

That will soon welcome the Kingwood Kowboy

Cowboy songs I’ve written melodial

Some were happy while some were sad or coy

But my best were of cowboys jovial

So boys, think well of the Kingwood Kowboy

I can now see the coming last roundup

That memories of trails will soon destroy

But boys, flowers will grow from the ground up

To remind you of the Kingwood Kowboy

Now, when I am laid out in fine linen

Pardners, my old cowboy songs redeploy

When you lower the lid of the coffin

Sing an old song for the Kingwood Kowboy

And when on the old wagon they bear me

Ladies may weep over the real McCoy

For there will come no other to compare me

There will be no other Kingwood Kowboy

Boys, go and find some jovial fellows

And let them stagger as they all deploy

To dig me a deep grave in the meadow

And drink whiskey to the Kingwood Kowboy

Then get a couple of granite grave stones

For my head and my feet just like Rob Roy

And then boys, scratch on them, here lies the bones

Of the old song writer, Kingwood Kowboy

Then may all of you jovial cowboys

Surround my cold prairie grave full of joy

Drink whiskey til all of you will annoy

The mem’ry of the old Kingwood Kowboy

","author_name":"Larry Jones"}