Well, she saved him from whiskey,

was his constant companion.

You'd see them out riding at dawn.



She gave him his reasons 

to shoulder the seasons,

but now when you see him

he's riding alone.



She lay down beside him

to touch him and guide him,

turn 'round his head

on the darkest of days.



He still sits beside her,

remembers her smiling

and whisper to him

that old song he would play.



Please lay down beside me,

I love you.



Never wanted to bid this adieu.

No red river ever ran deeper

than an old cowboy love,

than an old cowboy love that runs true.

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