Boston John

The prairie’s a little more lonely tonight

The wind is a little more cold

Around many a campfire and gathering place

The story, with sadness, is told

A good pard has left us, a fine cowboy poet

We wish that he could have stayed on

But that’s not the way of things, that’s not our call

In our hearts, his words will stay on

He was know far and wide, a good friend to many

Brought a smile to many a face

As solid a man seldom rode cross the plains

And we wish he was still in this place

As he rides to another realm, and leaves us behind

Like the coyotes, he’ll roam and be free

But tonight as I listen to those coyotes’ song

It sounds like they’re cryin to me

So we say adios to another great man

As we have many times in the past

So we just we carry on in the best way we can

And we know his memory will last

Like the wide Western sky and the Wyoming peaks

His image will still linger on

And the words of our friend, our pard, Boston John

Will be held in our hearts like a song.