Songs Of The Kingwood Kowboy

Homestead Mansion (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6552)Old tin cans for flower pots, burlap sacks for rugsOveralls and calico, lives of lowly mugsBut good land is our homestead and we’re livin’ freeThere ain’t no landlord here to tell us what to beSmall rickety log shack, tar papered all in blackNow, the old chimney points south from the cold north windThe windows are few but the curtains are all blueIn my view it’s a homestead mansion since back when(instrumental)Small rickety log shack, tar papered all in blackNow, the old chimney points south from the cold north windThe windows are few but the curtains are all blueIn my view it’s a homestead mansion since back whenOur little homestead shack, there’s a lot that it lacksBut yet it still has the knack to look so home-likeBoth our hands built it and now we both fit in itOur homestead mansion will have to do for us twoOur homestead mansion is home sweet home for us two

On The Lone Side Of Lonely (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6551)On the lone side of lonely is where I will beOn the lone side of lonely is where you’ll find meStill holding on to mem’ries of what used to beOn the lone side of lonely since you have left meOn the lone side of lonely I have companyOn the lone side of lonely my past follows meI hold onto hopes dear, that you’ll return and seeOn the lone side of lonely is not meant for me(instrumental)On the lone side of lonely I have companyOn the lone side of lonely my past follows meOn the lone side of lonely is where I will beOn the lone side of lonely is where you’ll find meStill holding on to mem’ries of what used to beOn the lone side of lonely since you have left meI hold onto hopes dear, that you’ll return and seeOn the lone side of lonely is not meant for meOn the lone side of lonely is where you’ll find me

No Matter What Cowboy You Are (Larry W. Jones 01/24/2012) (song #6550)You’re just an old cowboy, and that’s all you will beFor all you can offer is a range of the freeThe thoughts of your wanderin’ heart are always too farNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowgirl gives you kissin’ so fineYou’ll be long gone and missin’ in just a short timeCowboy, your guiding light is a wandering starNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you are(instrumental)The open range is your lover, always will beCowboy, your kind of roving looks somewhat like meThey’ll all sing about you on their campfire guitarsNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you areYou have no woman’s warm arms to hold you at nightCause you’re out on the range under stars shining brightThe thoughts of your wanderin’ heart are always too farNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you are

My Texian Cowgirl (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6549)I see my cowgirl in the Texian sunlightAnd I see my cowgirl in the Texian FallI see her riding in sunny April gladnessAnd hear her soft voice in whippoorwills callI told the dogies in the pasture and prairie dogs in the groundTo everyone I shouted about the true love that I had foundMy heart is just as high as the highest western cottonwood treeAnd it’s all because my Texian cowgirl is in love with me(instrumental)My heart is just as high as the highest western cottonwood treeAnd it’s all because my Texian cowgirl is in love with meI see my cowgirl in the Texian sunlightAnd I see my cowgirl in the Texian FallI see her riding in sunny April gladnessAnd hear her soft voice in whippoorwills callI told the dogies in the pasture and prairie dogs in the groundTo everyone I shouted about the true love that I had foundMy heart is just as high as the highest western cottonwood treeAnd it’s all because my Texian cowgirl is in love with meMy Texian cowgirl is in love with me

Kingwood Kowboy (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6548)Boys, I write for the old cowboy nationAnd I hope my songs bring you fellows joyI wonder if the next generationWill remember the Kingwood KowboyNow, I have traveled the wide world overAnd many odd jobs have seen my employIt’s my time to rest under the cloverThat will soon welcome the Kingwood KowboyCowboy songs I’ve written melodialSome were happy while some were sad or coyBut my best were of cowboys jovialSo boys, think well of the Kingwood KowboyI can now see the coming last roundupThat memories of trails will soon destroyBut boys, flowers will grow from the ground upTo remind you of the Kingwood KowboyNow, when I am laid out in fine linenPardners, my old cowboy songs redeployWhen you lower the lid of the coffinSing an old song for the Kingwood KowboyAnd when on the old wagon they bear meLadies may weep over the real McCoyFor there will come no other to compare meThere will be no other Kingwood KowboyBoys, go and find some jovial fellowsAnd let them stagger as they all deployTo dig me a deep grave in the meadowAnd drink whiskey to the Kingwood KowboyThen get a couple of granite grave stonesFor my head and my feet just like Rob RoyAnd then boys, scratch on them, here lies the bonesOf the old song writer, Kingwood KowboyThen may all of you jovial cowboysSurround my cold prairie grave full of joyDrink whiskey til all of you will annoyThe mem’ry of the old Kingwood Kowboy

Hold My Heart For Awhile (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6547)Hold my heart for awhile and tell it one more timeHow you could make it smile while you were telling liesHold my attention, then unfold your intentionTo make me cry while you see the love in my eyesDarling, just make me smileHold my heart for awhileOh, you caught me off guard, my heart fell really hardAnd now the pieces are scarred for all time to comeI’m holding what seems to be the end of my dreamsAnd my heart cannot mend from this feeling so numbDarling, just make me smileHold my heart for awhile(instrumental)Dear, now I know, but somehow as you goHold my heart now as you did long agoHold my heart for awhile and tell it one more timeHow you could make it smile while you were telling liesHold my attention, then unfold your intentionTo make me cry while you see the love in my eyesDarling, just make me smileHold my heart for awhileHold my heart for awhile

Old Palomino Pal Of Mine (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6546)Old palomino pal, we rode many trails togetherOld palomino pal, my load you carried through weatherYour faithful roundup days are doneOut to pasture you can now runOld palomino pal of mineGet along old pardner, bright stars will be shining tonightGet along old pardner, the load you now carry is lightListen to the lone whippoorwillHe’s calling softly from the hillOld palomino pal of mine(instrumental)Old palomino pal, we rode many trails togetherOld palomino pal, my load you carried through weatherYour faithful roundup days are doneOut to pasture you can now runOld palomino pal of mineListen to the lone whippoorwillHe’s calling softly from the hillOld palomino pal of mineOld palomino pal of mine

Cloudy (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6545)Cloudy, today my world is full of rainCloudy, I frown when I think of the painNow the dark days are here cause she is nowhere nearCloudy, she turned out insincereCloudy, but I still love her dearCloudy, sunshine went when she went awayCloudy, she never meant that she would stayI gave her my love but not to just dispose ofCloudy, she was my morning doveCloudy, what was she thinking of(instrumental)Cloudy, the truth is, I just didn’t seeCloudy, like a real sleuth she deceived meMy whole world now spins in a circle filled with fearCloudy, my eyes are filled with tearsCloudy, but I still love her dearCloudy, today my world is full of rainCloudy, I frown when I think of the painNow the dark days are here cause she is nowhere nearCloudy, she turned out insincereCloudy, but I still love her dearMy world is cloudy and full of pain

Purple Sagebrush In The Morning (Larry W. Jones 01/19/2012) (song #6544)The western sun is rising, air is clean and fineWith just a little chill til around eight or nineI smell breakfast cooking before the cattle driveBut there’s something else makes me glad that I’m aliveIt’s that sweet and bracing scent, comes from the prairieThe aroma is all embracing, you’ll agreeThink of something that gives the prairie adorningIt’s the scent of purple sagebrush in the morningI’ve ridden many trails in this wide and good landLived a cowboy’s life as rough and tough as any manI’m an old cow puncher as free as I can beBut there is one allure that always captures meAt the time of waking it brings me thoughts so fineWhy, on just the scent alone I could rightly dineAnd there ain’t no cowboy born could go a-scorningThe sweet scent of purple sagebrush in the morningWhen I ride the Great Divide with its lofty spiresI’ll see no more my outfit or its warm camp firesI would just like to say before I drift awayThere is one simple thing that always makes my dayWhen the sun comes up and I wake up on the rangeI see the land that’s so grand, may it never changeIt comes every way when the day is a-borningThat sweet scent of purple sagebrush in the morning