Two old hats hung on hooks by his head.
Worn out boots were toed under his bed.
"Come on in," He said with a grin.
"By golly. It's good to see you again.

When wus it you say we met?
Sometimes I remember, but most times I ferget.
I'm a very old cowboy you know,
I used to work in a wild west show.

I rode broncos and bulls when I wus young,
But as you can see, my song's 'bout sung,
I've been blessed, you'll have to agree.
I've known many cowboys who've had far less than me.

I mailed many a letter with a two-cent stamp,
And read some good books by a coal-oil lamp.
I've owned a couple of good horses and one new saddle
I wore 'em all out working another man's cattle.

I wus married once and once wus plenty.
I wus way too young, somewhere around twenty.
Oh! I've had lots of wimmen but they didn't work out,
I wus too restless and ornery no doubt.

I've had some good friends but they're gone now,
I outlived them all somehow.
I really don't remember how old I am.
At this point, who gives a damn?

Docs say I've got only a short time to live,
That's ok, I've got nothing else to give.
Good to see you, son," He said with a grin.
"If I'm still around. Come visit again.

I'm a little tired, feel I've walked a good mile,
I'm gonna close my eyes now and rest fer awhile."
The old cowboy died while I was still there
He's gone now and I know where.