Riding out among the tall grass and sage
I came on a pile of old cowboy’s bones
No grave was dug and there was no marker
to say who it was that died here alone
I wonder if when his final light blinked
was there someone who held his memory
or was he just a lonley old cowboy
who roamed o’er this vast Montana prairie
Did he have a woman he left behind
to shed a tear or cry out in sorrow
were there any children who might want to
carry his name into their tomorrow
Or maybe he had folks back in the east
Who hadn’t heard from him in many years
where his mamma mourned her son every night
praying for him through eyes filled up with tears
Whoever he was will never be known
so I unmounted and dug him a grave
I wrapped his bones up in my camp blanket
on a bended knee a prayer I gave
Lord would you please watch over this man’s soul
as he rides your herd through eternity
Where the grass is green and the water’s sweet
Cause he’s just another cowboy like me
Jerry Brotherton 