It's a story sad to tell
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About the end of life's trail
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For the best cowboy I've ever known
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He left here so young
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With his dreams still undone
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He moved on to that heavenly home
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A cowboy he was king
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He loved the roundups in spring
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And he loved Texas it was always his home
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We know The Lord understands
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How we miss our old friend
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Without you Jim how can we go on
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He'd save the best horse for you
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For him an old bronc would do
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He'd ride the bad one and never complain
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When you needed a hand
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He'd be there 'till the end
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He'd stand by you in sunshine or rain
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A cowboy he was king
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He could do anything
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His heart was made of pure gold
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It won't ever seem right
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It still cuts like a knife
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Without you Jim how can we go on
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Green pastures now he rides
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On that range beyond the skies
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In that country where he'll never grow old
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On a good horse he'll fly
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With the angels by his side
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Running freely down trails of shining gold
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A cowboy he was king
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We'd laugh and we'd sing
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His favorite was The Strawberry Roan
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So adios my good friend
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Someday we'll ride again
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Without you Jim how can we go on
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A Memory Of Jim
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| Fletcher Jowers |
