Ballad of the Lonesome Rider

from by Gunnar Madsen

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Out on the trail near Santa Fe
The wind stings my eyes, I’ve lost my way
I never thought she’d really leave
Now my heart aches upon my sleeve

I am a cowboy born to weep
See how my tears water the desert
Her love was hard, the things that she said hurt
Now I’m alone upon the sage

Woe, woe, woe-eeee

I am a cowboy born to cry
See how my tears fill the arroyo
She took away the source of my joy
Oh I’m so lonesome, I could die

Woe, woe, woe-eeee

I am a cowboy born to mourn
See how my tears flow through the canyon
I thought she’d be my lifelong companion
Now it’s just me, my horse, and ay, ay, ay, ayyyyyy

I am a cowboy born to grieve
Now my heart aches upon my sleeve

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from Ants in My Pants!, released November 20, 2001
© 1999 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Mop Mop Music ASCAP

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