Monday, November 07, 2005

For I am a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

An additional stanza that I found online occurs after this line:
Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips," the young cowboy said.
Before I returned, the spirit had left him
And gone to its Maker, the cowboy was dead.

I've never heard it sung.
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