He's hung his old saddle up high in the barn
Made her promise that he's a cowboy and he's done
Said I've won them big buckles, done all I can do
Now I'm ready to spend my last years here with you
Said we'll break out them flat lands that ain't been plowed for years
We'll plant wheat and white oaks that'll do well up here
Then I'll buy us some baldies to run in the hills
And I'll break out some bad ones just to help pay the bills
Cause the winters get long, I'll burn away
Clouds get so dark at times there's no light at day
And the long nights get lonely, oh, while she waits
As she dreams of a cowboy named Dawson LeGate
Well he made it just fine till the harvest was in
Feet started itching, he wanted to run
And he quietly entered to Calgary's *** gate
Said the first that he took just put wings on his feet
And she cried when he showed her the money he'd won
She knew by the first light of day he'd be gone
But he promised he'd quit when the season was through
Then he'd be home to plant wheat before winter winds blew
Cause the winters get long, I'll burn away
Clouds get so dark at times there's no light at day
And the long nights get lonely, oh, while she waits
As she dreams of a cowboy named Dawson LeGate
Now the summer went fast, he was riding the maw
Placed high at Cheyenne and a first at Sioux Falls
He was sending home money, his intentions were good
But in life for a cowboy don't go like it should
Cause he'd rode one, a bad one, in Frisco that fall
A mean one to ride with a huge fighting hawk
Then the first jump he stumbled, fell when he rolled
As his neck snapped like straw, Dawson's body grew cold
Now the ragweeds have taken the flatlands again
There's a few strands of wire where the fences have been
And the ballies are starving in the hills where they graze
While she's rocking the first son of Dawson LeGate