Down at the old El Western Motel There's a sturdy old cowboy in room number 12 Since the ranches closed down It's all shot to hell Forced to move into town El Western Motel
40 hard years he rode for the brand Ridin and ropin, a top heir hand Hit off with a handshake from a smug lonely man Thanks for 40 hard years that you rode for the brand
They gave him a week to pack up and go In 22 minutes he was off down the road Everything that he owned in an old flatbed Ford 40 years gathers in a 2-54
And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger Now he's a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he'll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide
Just down the road there's a silver spur bar Stretch of the legs, not very far Every night at the very same barstool he sits Keeps to himself, he smiles and he tips
Now and then in this tavern there's some drunken fool Who feels free to join him pulls up the stool His eyes, they glance over He ain't drunk, he's just bored There's no joker story that he ain't heard before
And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger Now he's a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he'll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide
Cowboy at Christmas brings a rodeo crowd They're young and they're pretty and they're pretty damn loud His eyes play a trick, so quick he's not sure A young barrel racer that reminds him of her
In the side him's the young man that's yearning the lance Buy her a drink and ask her to dance He'll be danged if he'll play the old fool cliche' Their eyes almost meet and his turn away
And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger Now he's a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he'll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide
The maid is knockin with clean towels and fresh sheets The guy down in 12 ain't been seen in a week The desk clerk, he comes and he uses his key Finds him dead on the bed, John Wayne on TV
The good will they came to sort through his stuff A buckle, a saddle and a Winchester pump Picture of a girl once with the car Take back together and two purple hearts
Down at the spur came the word that he passed And his bar room buddies all hoisted a glass In voice raised a toast with the deepest regret Now he's only remembered by those triumphal bids
And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger And he died a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he'll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide
Through the summer of life upon the divide
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