歌词
Now old Jake was a cowboy, he'd worked his whole life on the range
And he could rope, and he could ride with any man just half his age
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Old Jake was my hero and me, I was just a green kid
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And I prayed that someday I could do all the things old Jake did
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Well, we sat around the bunkhouse one cold and lonely winter's night
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Just chewin' and talkin' and smokin' by the coal oil light
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Well, old Jake had been awful quiet that evenin' and he stared hard and long
He said, "Young puncher, you goin' to remember me after I'm gone"
And he said
"Whatever happens to old cowboy heroes like me?
The broken down part of the man I used to be
Will I be forgotten, or live on in your memory?
Whatever happens to old cowboy heroes like me?"
It's been a long time and oh how the years fade away
Well, I stopped by the bunkhouse where me and old Jake used to stay
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They said Jake died about ten years ago
And they buried him out there on the plains
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Old friend, you might be gone, but your memory always stays the same
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Whatever happens to old cowboy heroes like me?
The broken down part of the man I used to be
Will I be forgotten, or live on in your memory?
Whatever happens to old cowboy heroes like me?
Whatever happens to old cowboy heroes like me?