In a long about a round-up time in Texas, a way out went I lost a friend of a pal's, boys, he laid him down to rest I wasted mud and tore his grave to me, boys, it was sad But I knew down beneath that smell lay the best pal I ever had I'm laying him loose My best pal's old paint horse, now he's gone to rest I laid him down beneath that mountain, Texas, a way out went I cut his blood and tore his grave and the coyotes cry I know he sleeps in perfect peace beneath the Texas sky I'm laying him loose Your old pal had breached my heart to leave you here alone Now the world around you ain't gonna take you on But my love for your old pal, it shall linger on I will always think of you although you're dead and gone I'm laying him loose