Tonight I'm a tired, weary cowboy. Been up in my saddle all day.
Searchin' high hills and low valleys for cattle who've all strayed away.
My horse is tired and weary too, his legs are aching and sore.
But someday our work will be over, and we'll ride off to that other shore.
1913-2008
We miss you, pardner.
25 March 2008
For Ed
Posted by Ian & David at 7:25 PM