Old Tuck was a cowboy I knew years ago

Could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot row

Young an' wide eyed, I believed every word

As he rambled through the canyons an' stampeded herds

Swore there were still Comanches in them breaks to the south

He'd seen good hands ride in there an' never rode out He had a horse he called Dollar that twice saved his life

He lost him to Jim Shoulders playin' poker one night

When I turned eighteen, I packed up an' left home

Tuck was pretty old back then an' by now he's long gone But I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die

They get put out to pasture way up in the sky

So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends

I hope the grass is greener on the other side

An' he's got good horses to ride Now the folks back home would tell you Tuck was just crazy an' old

But I still believe in Conquistador gold

An' those memories look like a mirage in the distance

Starin' out from this prison of urban existence

So I saddle up an' I go back now an' then

To remember who I was an' just forget where I am Now the concrete an' steel, they spread out like a plague

Consumin' the rivers, the mountains and the plains

Then one of these days it'll all be gone

But somewhere that spirit will always live on 'Cause I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die

They get put out to pasture way up in the sky

So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends

I hope the grass is greener on the other side

An' he's got good horses to ride Yeah, he's got good horses to ride

A few good horses to ride

And a few good horses to ride