SONGS

Delmer

He was the kind of cowboy we won't see again.  Like the freedom that was all he could abide

 

Friends he knew a few, I'm proud he called me one.  All agreed he sure as hell could ride.

 

A bit more than a kid I was when he took me 'neath his wing.  Did his best to teach me all he knew

 

Spider in his riggin'  Caution to the wind.  Damn near got me killed a time or two.

 

       

             Spurrin' high and wild I thought he was immortal    Didn't see it ending up this way

 

                            I guess I knew he could die young, I just didn't need to know,

 

                                     That in time he could just quietly fade away. 

 

 

We rode the small town rodeos, we rode the big stampedes and raised a little hell along the way.

 

Never did quite make the fast lane guess it didn't mean enough.  We'd always live to fight another day.

 

It was that high lonesome feelin' that kept me by his side 'till I reached for it one day and it was gone.

 

I waved goodbye to Delmer as he rode off in the sunset, and I went chasin' rainbows with a song.

 

 

                 Spurrin' high and wild I thought he was immortal  Didn't see it endin' up this way.

 

                            I always knew he could die young I just didn't need to know,

 

                                       That in time he could just quietly fade away.

 

 

Small town Saskatchewan fightin' borrowed time.  The seniors' home a room just down the hall.

 

An old cowboy sits quietly starin' out the window,  guess Delmer weren't immortal after all.

 

 

                But spurrin' high and wild he sure looked to be  I didn't see it endin' up this way.

 

                        I always knew he could die young somehow I just weren't quite ready

 

                                        To sit and watch him quietly fade away

 

 

                Spurrin' high and wild my God he looked immortal.  I didn't see it endin' up this way.

 

                         I guess I knew he could die young somehow I still ain't quite ready.

 

                                            To sit and watch him quietly fade away.

 

                        

Me,This Ol'River and the Blues

 

 

I've never known a woman to treat a man so cruel.  

 

But man you should have seen her, she really had me fooled

 

I put away my fishin' pole'  Didn't need it any more

 

Then one day she just turned around and walked right out the door.

 

Now we're all back together doin' what it is we do

 

It's just me, this ol' river, and the blues.

 

 

The river's like no woman, she'll be true right to the end

 

At times this ol' river seems like my only friend

 

She'll hold you gently in her arms make everything feel right

 

She'll feed you when you're hungry,  sing you to sleep at night.

 

Now it's just the three of us I guess there's really nothin' new

 

It's just me, this ol' river,  and the blues.

 

  

     I've had my fill of heartache,  now I don't want to play

 

    Ol' river take these memories,  and float them all away

 

    It may not be heaven, but it'll have to do

 

    It's just me,  this ol' river, and the blues.

 

 

'Till The Last Cowboy's Gone

There's an ill wind blowin'.  They still can't seem to hear.  

 

The hunger keeps a-growin'.  The end is drawin' near.

 

There's a fine way of livin',  just barely hangin' on.

 

But it will not be dyin',  'till the last cowboy's gone.

 

 

He brands in the spring time.  He gathers in the fall.

 

Hauls feed all winter, for nothin' much at all.

 

But a fine way of livin', they keep sayin' can't go on.

 

But it will not be dyin',  till the last cowboy's gone.

 

                'Till the last cowboy's gone.                                                                                                                                                                                           'Till the last cowboy's gone

 

                 It will not be dyin'

 

                'Till the last cowboy's gone.

 

Some will be remembered, while most remain unsung.

 

Ridin' off to glory, a war that can't be won.

 

Holdin' off the future, may the battle go long.

 

And may it not be over, 'till the last cowboy's gone.

 

                'Till the last cowboy's gone.

 

                'Till the last cowboy's gone.

 

                 May it not be over 

 

                'Till the last cowboy's gone.

 

                'Till the last cowboy's gone.

 

                'Till the last cowboy's gone...

 

 

 

 

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Ed Brown

Box 241 Oak Lake Manitoba,Canada

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