Ride cowboy ride, the life you chose was hard;
From the early morniní tilí the night announced the stars.
The great, wide open spaces was the only life you loved.
Ropiní, ridiní, brandiní was the passion in your blood.
Ride cowboy ride, each day was all the same;
Cattle still need feediní in the sunshine or the rain.
Windmills that ainít pumpiní donít know one day from the rest,
But you know you must keep going for the man deserves your best
Ride cowboy ride, the years have come and gone,
It seems your steps are slower and your hands are not as strong.
It takes a little longer to saddle up that old gray mare;
Your eyes are growing dimmer and thereís silver in your hair.
Slowing down for you cowboy was not an easy choice;
For the thing you really loved was your saddle and your horse.
But your days of brandiní cattle have slowly passed away
And you spent your hours in memories of those precious bygone days.
So saddle up now cowboy and ride that one last ride,
The Lord is calliní you to your mansion in the sky.
Ride cowboy ride, weíll be seeing you again
Our love to you forever, Husband, Daddy, Papaw, Friend.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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