He sat at a table in the back of the bar
Cheap bottle of Rye and a cheaper cigar
Went to play just a short round of poker or two
Then went back to his drinking as lonely men do
Saloon girls came buy but they didn’t stay long
Seems he just didn’t care for their feminine song
He was new to this place and new to this town
None of the locals had seen him around
Just seemed to appear like a shadow at dusk
Sat down with his bottle and shook off the dust
Had the look of a man who was lost in the world
Like one who’d surrendered, whose flag had been furled
As the evening wore on he still sat alone
He paid up, and said “Thanks”, in a soft somber tone
Then he walked through the doors, took his horse from the rail
And silently rode out of town up the trail
Just another long night in another saloon
As he tried to drown memories and chase away gloom
As he wandered from town to town all through the West
Trying hard to escape the old pain in his chest
The pain of a heart broken so long ago
By another heart cold as the Wyoming snow
When she left him because of his wild cowboy ways
He was destined to wander the rest of his days
And as he rode lonely up trail after trail
He figured that he was just destined to fail
Guess love and contentment just aren’t in the cards
For free ranging cowboys like him and his pards
If she had just waited till he had grown older
But waitin might just have made her heart grow colder
So he followed the river up north quite a ways
Doomed to ride on alone for the rest of his days
